Would you care to comment on this poem?

Hello Cynthia,

This is a thing that has been tearing (how come 'tear' and 'tear' are spelt the same?) at the open wound on my heart. I think I will write it all down someday.

Myself, I never liked brains, even fried ones. They complicate the mundane and overlook the critical.

Poetic metaphors are meant to enrich us, nourish our souls. You have done so.

If I keep gazing at their toes,

I'll never learn to dance;

At best, I 'd emulate their moves,

mime woes and sighs of

their romance.

sit on their seat,

pretend their heat,

dance my time

to their heart-beat..

Nice write, Cynthia. I do ask myself such questions; and the answers are always there, but the limitations of meanings imposed by traditional definitions of terms (e.g. glory, fault, dance) might not be of much help to comprehend broader the picture of those answers. So I keep asking!

Me thanks you for sharing this verse!

Good Morning!

.. I held the dreams

today or was it

yesterday,

they floated off,

vexatiously

...

I felt relief

it melted off my

...back

to where I was

before, and

nothing mattered

Good to see you!

In dreams, anything is possible, but some questions are unanswerable.

Who built the dance floor?

So you think you can......?