Pulsing music, notes swell and fall,
with all the intensity of crashing waves
that hurl their weight
against the cool even sands.
Moving bodies, careless dancers,
like tired schoolchildren,
they go through the motions
trying to succeed, but not really caring.
The men gape, astounded by the actuality of the girls on stage -
or maybe it's just lust, and the need to feel free.
Nonetheless they stare with wide eyes, and so they see
now, coming towards them. It's Her.
And She begins to Dance, truly dance,
like She hasn't for a thousand years or more.
It's the most beautiful dance, graceful and free.
So pure, no one who sees it will survive.
She is Ishtar, Anunit, Esther. Astarte, Inanna.
She dances, and the poor men in the club die,
but die a happy death.
For she is Ishtar, and she is dancing
her last dance.
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Author notes
I'll give you $10 if you figure out where I got this idea from.
p.s. if you look up Ishtar it might help a bit. Though actualy, if you really want to understand this poem you should give up your chance of 10 dollars and let me tell you where the idea is from, so you can read it too. ^_^
A contest entry
- Attention, My Lovlies! by infinite spirit.
600 points, ended June 25, 2007, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
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Mostly I laughed at how you used the phrase 'go through the motions' cause I was listening to the song Going through the Motions...Um, anyways. There is happiness because there is a poem from you! It is rather different from your usual style, I think...well, except for the last line being seperate from the rest. I don't know where you got the idea from, but I like it a lot.
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i know, i know.. the last line thing is pretty typical of me... but i couldnt resist! i tried it the other way and then eneed up going back and changing it. ^_^
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this is lovely, your wording perfectly captures the entrancing nature of the dance. ^_^ makes me very happy.
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