Mono

ElleDionne

As the day wanes out into an amber flicker
The night has encroached me,                                          

Wooing me into yet another irresistible dalliance in Anonymity on the dancefloor of Unabashedness,                               Inebriated w/ my pride

Luckily, the wake of the morrow's new summons
Cleanses away my iniquities-ha the wonders of time-

Hiding my chagrin and shame like a protective mother
Caving them into her bosom so as not to let them be exposed to the harsh radiations of this world

That is swift to subdue anodynity& benevolence
And seldom withhold the snide& trenchants of its standards& status quos

So I fall into the monolithic queues that
Houses the silent&subservient                                                          

To quell its wrath another day

Only to shed this monochromatic uniform at night
Dancing in Luna's light
Sweat-embroidered& fashioned in the passions of my pride

-She feels More. More alive in the Dead of Night

  • Author: Launyr (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 21st, 2016 01:46
  • Comment from author about the poem: Often times, the dissension between modesty and happiness is individualistic self expression. A dilemma quite often that arises from standards imposed upon women that sanction happiness for the sake of conserving a status quo that does no justice or allows us peace and concord to be who we are as individual, human beings. So here's an ode to women who are totally themselves and totally not sorry about it (& those still on their way
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments2

  • LIGHT WARRIOR

    Very well written...enjoyed

    • ElleDionne

      Thank you so much!

    • BRIAN & ANGELA

      WELCOME ELLE ~ Thank you for sharing a compulsive first poem. In my experience "Dance Floors" are a very seductive environment and more so as the evening wears on ! One is seduced by the rhythm the scent the closeness in contact dances and the vibes transmitted between you and your dancing partner(s). Sometimes intimacy is inevitable and it is all part of the close encounter. As your poem suggests I always set out to be MYSELF when dancing "In the dead of night" and "que sera ~ sera". Yours BRIAN



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