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Dance Till You Die
June 5, 2011
Within my head, I felt the movements,
Of music dancing to itself,
Twirling, twirling, twirling, ‘till
I felt no pinch of health.
Within my mind, I heard the call,
Of birds struggling for breath.
Calling, calling, calling, ‘till
I heard the slice of death.
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thetruthawaits94 SILVER said...
on Jul. 28 2011 at 7:12 pm
I loved how you described everything in this poem. It seems kind of eery.
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"If you wish to be a writer, write" -Epictetus
I enjoyed this. I like how it doesn't have an obvious point, although that's not likely to make it popular on the site (teens generally seem to so . . . quick? . . . that they only seem to write poetry for the sake of conveying a message--very rarely do I see poems simply to express the beauty of the words).
A few criticisms: I'm not sure what a "pinch of health" is.
And there is a hiccup in the second line of stanza 2 (birds) that is jarring . . . I guess that calls more attention to struggling.
Good Job!