The Dance

Published by broussardlana on February 10, 2016

We dance an uneven tango
upon stardust smothering
an unstable floor
fallen from a frame
of broken dreams
preferring to meld into
the solace of familiar things
in the ache of those
jaded moments
we sift among
the dust laden ashes
searching for that
lorn lost love
once given
in heaping buckets
desiring caresses from beyond
we skip a beat
thrown off by
a disarming cadence
to find that
the dance is dissolving
into a heatbroken waltz
bending to conform
the ache that once was
cursing those rhythms
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Marissa Bergen

Oh, something a bit different from you! I love it! You can change it up so effortlessly. Sad one…

# February 10, 2016
- L. T. Garvin, Author
  
  Thanks Marissa…I don’t know about effortlessly, ha ha. It is sad, but it is metaphorically speaking about loved ones who have passed on.
  
  # February 10, 2016
  - Marissa Bergen
    
    And very well done at that.
    
    # February 10, 2016
    - L. T. Garvin, Author
      
      Thanks Marissa 🙂
      
      # February 11, 2016
bowmanauthor

Your poetry sings the dance to me.

# February 11, 2016
L. T. Garvin, Author

Thank you so much xo

# February 11, 2016
Anita Kushwaha

Beautiful! There’s something haunting that lingers with this one. 🙂

# February 11, 2016
- L. T. Garvin, Author
  
  Thanks and thanks so much for reading. I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
  
  # February 12, 2016

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