Dancer of the Gramophone

September 1, 2011
Gentle beats and cymbals
I hear the words you sing out to me
Absorb into my ear drums
Integrative, imaginative

I convulse my feet to move to the rhythm
Shift ankles and legs
I move my head to your artistic words
With just a simple ease
Reassuring, resurrecting

I let my vocal chords match yours
Flowing notes and lexis
I permit my hands to stream with the verses
Stirring the stagnant air
Energetic, eccentric

I accede to let my body move freely
Activating muscles and bones
I make the music consume me
Until we are one force
Harmonious, heartiness

I close my eyes to shut out light
Relax shoulders and hands
I feel the sudden stop of the sonata
Refill the dormant air
Indolent, impotent

I sense my body fall back limp
Cease feet and head
I fall into a darkened sleep unaided
Until your music returns
Adjudicating, anticipating

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Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 9, 2011 at 6:01 pm

I am feeling more and more like there are certain poets who are capable of capturing the heart of a word, really the essence of what a word means. Reading this, I begin to think that you have such a talented sensitivity for verbal existence, because that's needed to write such a poem as this. Perhaps this is sort of a strange compliment, but it's supposed to be a compliment all the same. :)

Very powerful, and in tune with the moment. What more can I say?

Leapdaybaby212 said...
Sept. 7, 2011 at 9:14 pm
This is really good :)
Eveine replied...
Oct. 31, 2011 at 3:19 pm

its wonderful!!


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