morwen
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Unsure about the title.
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Apr 23 18:36 UTC 2002 |
THE SHOES
It starts, easily enough,
In daylight
When I begin my enchanted dance
Into the black spiral path.
One, two, and three steps,
Swirling and twirling,
Picking up speed,
Like a ship in a black hole
Or a whirlpool.
Frantic,
I struggle to free myself
To stop this dark dancing,
To find the light of laughter,
To be free.
A cold voice whispers of impossibility
Amid the funereal music
That moves my feet
In the dance of darkness
That plunges me into the well.
~22 April 2002
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morwen
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Apr 23 18:40 UTC 2002 |
When I wrote this, I was attempting to put down my feelings relating
to the subject of depression (in a kind of theraputic sense). Then,
when I tried to come up with a title, the poem reminded me of the
fairytale about the enchanted shoes that, when you wore them, would
dance you to death.
In poetry class, they said that the title can lend a new perspective
to a poem. So, I'm not sure if "the Shoes" is appropriate, but "Black
Spiral Dancing" is too obvious.
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