Saturday 27 October 2012

I Will Not Dance

Reader, there is so much we don't know about each other. My entries so far are but the tip of the iceberg. Meanwhile you are still a complete mystery to me. There are ways and means of improving "blog traffic", bumping up "hits" and targeting "surfers" but this is a work in progress and frankly today it is all beyond my care. At the risk of sounding sentimental, I'm only glad you are reading this.

I'm having one of those "Poet" days today. Maybe that's how I really know a Poet is who I am, who I have become. I'm feeling flat and, when I get like this, the way through is with the written form. And when I even struggle with sentences like this one for example, poetry is the only path.

In trying to detangle my feelings, I've come to the conclusion that hope is a wonderful thing. False hope, however, is a complete arse pain:-

I Will Not Dance

Bugger off hope,
I can just about cope with you,
Not being around anymore,
Now deep deep down my inner core,
Has finally accepted you were false.

And yet you slip back in,
You try to sing the old tunes,
You spin my soul into oblivion,
With only a few notes,
It's not Fair, No.

I will not dance, I will not dance,
Please go,
Leave me to know my new beats,
For these are real,
And these I am learning to move with.

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