May 27, 2009

Shaped as Dancing

Poetry dances polonaise.
Profane joy and sacred aches,
ritual wakes in a strange place.
Candle flickers close to dying.
Nothingness encircles longing.
Yellow rose in a crystal vase,
petals soft in sweet embrace,
bows to song's amazing grace.

1 comment:

Paul said...

A beautifully gorgeous dancing poem, circle, longing, petals, a perfect and wonderful fusion of thought, image and language. A new alltime favourite! Bravo!