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The Dancers
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The Dancers |
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athena4 Senior Member
since 2000-12-10
Posts 622 |
The Dancers I can remember the oakwood rocker by the window, where I waited for you. The blue china dishes sat upon the shelf as they watched me in the looking glass. I listened for the echoes of your footsteps, until they surrounded my mind. You held my hand on the stair, as the stereo sang to a silent audience. You surprised me with your promises, and I saw through your lies. We danced through the night, letting our motions run free as the rythem of the dancers captured the beauty. I often go back to the house. and peer through the windows. The dancers are gone ...I had to move away. |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Very nice. Enjoyed your poem. |
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athena4 Senior Member
since 2000-12-10
Posts 622 |
Mike, Thanks so much! Elise |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Athena~ I enjoyed this wistful little piece. Sort of a nostalgic render that tugs at heartstrings. Very nicely done. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Very heartfelt read in this one and put together wonderfully. You pen the emotions splendidly in this piece. A life with love will have some thorns, but a life without love will have no roses. author unknown |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
but they still spin in your mind don't they athena? I know. . . which is why I loved this poem. . .  ---------------------------------------------------------- That which gives light must endure burning --Victor Frankl |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ah memories, some dance, some sit quiet...and always they are amazing at the feelings they invoke... well done... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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