joan reese

Rookie - 239 Points (New York)

Scissor Dance - Poem by joan reese

Jukebox rocks, two dozen hardworking dusty men,
Bent elbows lean, Gold liquid flows
Glass rises, lit cigarettes talk.

She poses on a white piano bar,
scantily clad; slow moving, bending,
grinding, shaking, gyrating.

She blows kisses
to admiring eyes
with lustful wishes.

Cleo's little girl dream
of being rescued
fades with each midnight hour.

She spins around, steelscissors held high.
Scissors reflect mirrored walls;
penetrates smoky beer air.

The scissor flashes down
cutting a hole above her heart.
Cleo offers the red satin circle,

Keepsake for the trucker who watches.
He believes, 'She dances for me.'
He offers up a dead President.

She cuts a hole here
cuts a hole there.
Soon she can start her own government.

It's hard to know where
first hole began or
last hole ends.

Topic(s) of this poem: dancing, exoticism, feelings, loneliness, men, sad, survival

Form: Dramatic Monologue


Comments about Scissor Dance by joan reese

  • Kelly Kurt (9/17/2015 5:06:00 PM)


    I enjoy your work, Joan. Keep posting. Thanks (Report) Reply

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  • Fabrizio Frosini (9/17/2015 4:23:00 PM)


    ''She cuts a hole here
    cuts a hole there.
    Soon she can start her own government.''

    an interesting and nicely penned write, Joan.. as the other 3 poems you've posted till now.. And I've also enjoyed the pictures.. Yep, really a good job!
    Ciao!
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 17, 2015



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