They stare at us
With a fixed gaze
Willing us to keep it up
We keep on dancing
Dancing, dancing
In the streets.
Fluid movements
Strange contortions
The croud keeps gazing on.
We finish with a flurish
And we take a bow.
Coins rain down
From every hand.
To the heavans
We were praised.
We merely nod
Then we make our
Lonely way
To the next town.
Author notes
This is picture #5. I had fun writing this.
A contest entry
- Pay it Forward! Picture Inspired by iamlost.
600 points, ended June 5, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think 'n' stuff.
Comments
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I love it! I'm glad someone used on of the Brian Kershisnik pictures, I wanted to see some good poems from them, and you've given me a great one!
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