each word shall dance

In a library of feet,
moves are not checked at the door,
not placed among the furs, the coats
and bags.

This makes as much sense as a cloakroom
that wears no cloak,

but nobody argues semantics.

The dancers float among shelves, each butterfly

nose pressed to a page, curled

lightly toe to toe.

This shrine to poetry, to motion,

reveals the rhythm of a word,

teaches that all life is movement.

There is no call for quiet
as the music raises floor to meet each palm

of foot.

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A contest entry

XVIII by DeletedProfile. 600 points, ended December 11, 2007, 4 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

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transcendental baby
December 9, 2007

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Oh what a creative and neat use of library and dancing ... the poetry of motion captured in the shirne of the intellect .. boogin' to beat of the synaptic heat ... Love it!!!
Dalaney
December 7, 2007

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...all i am going to say is, why don't you publish these fabulous poems and get the funds needed for renovations?
You are so talented you make me want to cry...
Lane
Suzanne Dia
December 7, 2007

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"each butterfly
nose pressed to a page, curled
lightly toe to toe."

I so love that image. It's really creative, not quite what you would expect from those butterflies

Just a piece of what makes your poetry so beautiful.
Rowan
December 7, 2007
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ardentMarch
December 7, 2007

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"This shrine to poetry, to motion,
reveals the rhythm of a word,
teaches that all life is movement."...beautiful

I also LOVE the ending lines..you always think and write
outside the box..
Excellent poem...