One, two three.
One, two, three.
Feet. two three.
Arms, two, three.
Now you can.
Dance with me.
Just let go.
And be free.
One, two, three.
One, two, three.
Head, two, three.
Heart, two. Three.
Take con-trol.
Give con-trol.
Free your mind.
And your soul.
One, two, three.
One, two, three.
Still, two, three.
Move, two, three.
From your pain.
You’ll be freed!
Join the dance.
It’s your deed.
One, two, three.
One, two, three.
Spin! two, three.
Twist! two, three.
Don’t you fall!
Don’t you feel!
Don’t look back.
Now is real.
One, two, three.
One, two, three.
Floor! two, three.
Up! two, three.
God-mother’s.
Magic fades.
Now you see.
Black Parades.
One, two, three.
One, two, three.
Here, two, three.
Gone, two, three.
Run away.
Far from now.
In your mind.
Free somehow.
One, two, three.
One, two, three.
Breathe, two, three.
Be, two, three.
On the Earth.
In the Sea.
Senses wake.
Now be free.
One, two, three.
Breathe, two, three.
Breathe, still, three.
Breathe, still, be.
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sylviasearcher (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I am writing a book with poems between some chapters. The poem seeks to convey something specific but I like to see what interpretation it brings from others.
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Well, as for the context I assume it has something to do with dancing. If you're using it in a context specific script then I can't really say for certain, but to me it gives off the impression of a gentleman or a woman attempting to get someone to dance with them, or just relax. I haven't counted that much since high school I might add. Haha.
Thanks Nicholas.
That is interesting. Maybe too much counting...🙃
The dance is actually a metaphor...
sylviasearcher
April 12th, 2018 01:29
When I wrote it, it was about the intoxicating obligation to conform and be part of the rituals and rhythms of life.
The repetition makes it compulsive.
But I was hoping that it went from elegance to simething more sinister. 'Spin! Two Three'
She cannot fall or feel or look back to the things that torment her mind. She must be in the dance.
But black parades haunt her. She can't be there. So you escapes on a flight of fancy to nature.(on the Earth, in the sea).
The counting stops.
She can breathe.
She can be still.
Dancing conveys music into elegant actions. Good write Sylvia.
Thanks GF. It is really interesting to hear what it conveys to different readers.
oddly cryptic i like the turn you took
When I wrote it, it was about the intoxicating obligation to conform and be part of the rituals and rhythms of life.
The repetition makes it compulsive.
But I was hoping that it went from elegance to simething more sinister. 'Spin! Two Three'
She cannot fall or feel or look back to the things that torment her mind. She must be in the dance.
But black parades haunt her. She can't be there. So you escapes on a flight of fancy to nature.(on the Earth, in the sea).
The counting stops.
She can breathe.
She can be still.
The key is to be in the moment, nice work Sylvia.
Thanks DB. I suppose for the protagonist it was which moment she wanted to be in. Which moment she believed in.
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