Many names describe the dance,
Implying the same result.
Animal disguises bury the movement,
As avoidable as death.
A quiet eye through a maze of limbs travels;
An involuntary twitch, exposing and denying truth.
They approach and circle,
But only one may hear the music.
What strange steps are put to ground
Before false effigies are burnt
And flesh and blood appear.
All to simply continue.
A contest entry
- Life. by Puking Faerie Dust.
1275 points, ended March 12, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Even though this was a write that's on the shorter side, you definitely got a lot across. I loved the imagery and creativity and your word-play. The last stanza is wonderful (and my favorite) and oh so true, sadly.
Thank you for entering, and good luck
Jeanette*~
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