in between notice and ignorance
by tanner brockwell
in between notice and ignorance
there is the soft time
where the middling dance
of haughty exuberance
is found is taken a trophy so
or no a tragedy of scale
there the often said
the often fail
of lashings wind
unwind and flailing go
the line is fraught
and perilous oh
for oft is oh
where meanings dance
a lonely trance
to revel to spring
and finally fling
into the season of the new
where dance the ever true
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One Comment
“where meanings dance
a lonely trance
to revel to spring
and finally fling
into the season of the new
where dance the ever true”
absolutely brilliant words, a fresh and magical image of the dance into spring. well done.