The Blue Dance Poem by Kevin Patrick
The Blue Dance
Sitting on a grassy knoll
Watching a mans head explode
Blood rains from an open wound sky
my hearts steel, and I feel fine.
And every night I dream I fly
why? because I need never hide
through the clouds I soar wingless and free
to breath the air and be me
A police officer...a bald eagle....could they have been present and witnesses in 1963? There's an amazing tangle of symbolism and suspense in your words, this amazing verse. There is the suggestion that freedom is elusive. Simply magnificent, Kevin.
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4/26/2024 10:56:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
An imaginative poem so nicely executed. Thanks for sharing.10