Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Tuesday Poem: Dance of the Tarantella by A.J. Ponder

Dance of the Tarantella

I told you
I have nothing to bring to this party
and still you dance to my tune

capering, clapping, cavorting...

my invitation was the smallest thing,
one might
There is no hope
other than the whirl of
your colours in the night

only darkness
soft and yielding

as the world tumbles by 
and other dancers call,
slapping their hands
in a denial of the truth

warm and welcoming,
dangerous jewels on velvet

let me hide quiet in the shadows
for truth is silent,
my bite is less deadly than thine

A poem :)
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