Too many voices in their head,
Not knowing which to follow,
They danced the tune, but missed the step,
They danced the dance, with passion hollow,
Blisters on her toes he made,
Blisters that his pride enraged,
Too many steps they missed of late,
Their hearts and minds were not engaged,
Though tight he held her in his arms,
Far away the loving looks,
Far away of all her charms,
As reading from some different books,
No more, they, together danced of late,
No more the tunes of angels’ songs,
No more of loving songs, but hate,
Now hate instead, were love belongs,
Far away the music plays,
The fare to happiness too far,
Instead, in misery they spend their days,
Both wishing on a different star,©04/07/2012
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Regis
what a great way of seeing the whole thing, Jasmin,
and the 'romance' of dance serves as a sustained irony
for the entire poem while reflecting the love that
started out with so much hope and promise only to...
the final line is laced with sadness
well written
john
fee
It is too bad that this is true for far too many a young and old today.
Budd
Ron