Hayley Lewis

Rookie - 79 Points (23rd October 1987 / Llandrindod Wells)

Dancing - Poem by Hayley Lewis

Rigid denials carved reflections in the floor
In beer drenched coats and thrown away inhabitations
Tussled hair and sweat soaked shirts
Throwing caution to the wind
Dancing to personified emotion

Your eyes leaking sonnets while you wake
Dazzled and unsuspecting in the absence of light
I mime your words with you
Tearing every inch of sanity to hear that voice
Dancing to the essence of life

Yet those words leak into my blood as you did
Circulate my deepest wishes and fears
Hair flung to hide my eyes
My laughter bent and bitter so you won’t know
Dancing to the pain I harbour

I stay so I can see you one last time
Dreary smiles and chatter leave me weak
Friends who still don’t know
You look at me and my knees leave
Dancing to end the stupid lies

You move and I move with you in my mind
Your laughter is the blood pumping though me
A thousand worlds exist and I am here
Envious of those who get to know you
Dancing to the dredge of laughter

I fall though every precipice you leave behind
Dying every time your fingers move your hair
Sitting as still as I am able
Rolling paper so I am occupied
Dancing to the sorrow of time

Dancing so you think that I don’t mind


Comments about Dancing by Hayley Lewis

  • (3/23/2014 9:01:00 PM)

    I love this too much. I have probably read it five times, just never had the time to comment on it- beautiful meaning, beautiful words, keep writing! ! ! (Report) Reply

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  • (6/9/2007 10:07:00 AM)

    I'm following out Tara's comments, on her page, to find some new poets. (a compliment to her taste) .

    I tell you, some of your lines here contain as much passion as I've ever seen in a line of poetry...like the tail of a lion or a leopard, used as a whip, the speed of light!
    The lines really lash me!

    And 'fall through every precipice you leave behind'...that is magnificent.
    So is 'your eyes leak sonnets'...

    Your writing, for me, is dense and not every line is immediately accessible to me, but when I made the commitment to read through this one, I felt rewarded by the thrills of language harnessed like a wild beast. This piece is a portrait of-what shall I call it-obsession? That's too unkind a label, I think.

    Anyway, I've never read anything that so well puts in language this degree of passion for another person...not in anthologies or surveys of English literature, even!
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  • (6/9/2007 5:31:00 AM)

    I find your work spectacular and vivacious. t x (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 9, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 9, 2011


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