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Geremia
Geremia
May 18, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

ANNA'S DANCE

ANNA’S DANCE

 I walk quietly

Carefully

Set in slow motion

Across the room

Measuring each step

As I go along

My hand softly slides

Touches lightly 

All things around me

So I won't fall

 

I try to hold a straight line

Keep a  steady pace

And

Sometimes I catch myself

Frozen in a trance

Looking from the outsde in

 I move with unsteady grace

To the melody

Of

Anna's dance

 

I walk with hesitation

Longing to be

Where my mind tells me

to go

 I step across the wooden floor

Reaching for the door

The world waits for me

As it did before

But then

I hear deep in my mind

A voice I knew so well

Tell in whispers

Warnings of madness to come

When Anna's dance is finally done

 

 

 

 

 

— Geremia, May 18, 2010

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Seren

Seren

16 years ago

Dearest Joe

Your writing of late has been superb and this one is no less that Anna's dance ... sigh you know how to move me in words my friend love and hugs your Jayne-Chloe x x x ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")
Seren

Seren

16 years ago

next time I got out to

next time I got out to saltwater i will take some pictures for you Joe ... I am an australian water baby I was brought up on those beaches you love so much ... used to be a surf lifesaver I loved it so much lol love and biggest hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years ago

He is taking off and making such poetry, this Joe.

Ann of Norway You said it Jayne he is taking off and making such poetry that will remain as something all will learn to enjoy, he will live again and again and again in the minds of people who come after him and that's a nice thing to think of. Oh do tell us , or me about the Australian shore-line what can one find there and what does it really look like, write a poem about it and we can each write ours and see if its right, I shall have to use my imagination, although my sister has been there more than once so she knows it well, she lived in Adelaide for three years teaching Physical Education ( Bedford Eng.college insisted on us calling it) She went water-skiing too and learnt well on the sands how to do it, they were astonished she didn't fall and came right back into the shore, she retorted " There are sharks in the water, so I jolly well wasn't going to fall!" Oh the sand between the toes and the warmth of it and the glinting of it and the wetting and sucking out of the moisture and the sound of the waves lapping or roaring up the beach, all romantically wonderful. Sigh, there are very few sand strands in Norway the walls of the fjords have their toes in the sea direct. Yours Annuccia