I wrote something for you
Well I wrote this the other day. It was inspired by the dance I attended a few friday's ago. I hope you like (it's not polished enough and needs about 3 more verses but inspiration left me stranded on a beach of rationality).
Beat beat beat beat.
The droning thud,
Underpinning, controlling
The melody hums,
Harmlessly, repetitively
The dance. Music plays,
The world transforms to freizes
As the strob light flashes
The dancers themselves
They form into clumps
No lines, no circles or couples
Just huddled crowds
With their homage of the beat
Beat beat beat beat
Organised seizure:
The jerking is similar
Like a clockwork monkey
He moves to the beat
Hand foot leg arm
Stretching out
To most extension
Give wide berth
He's lost
he seeks to organise a pattern
to make the movements
less dangerous to others
and and fails
as an arm goes
out and wild
Back forth back forth
Her hips sway, side to side
Watch, they speak a different dance
A primal dance
A dance for two...
But staring is rude
Your eyes slip up
Briefly to breast, then to face,
Then away. Staring is rude
Foot leg foot leg
This one possessed, moves,
his feet controlled not by his brain
the jump and scatter, recollect
While the body
It tries to stay above them
Slow down stop soon
No more looking at others
You dance for joy and hate,
For love and for the dance
And now the act is done
We've finished with this
The silence as loud as a hurricane
You enjoy the breeze
And wander home
Remembering the dance
Remembering:
Beat beat beat beat...
That is the only time I will ever do free verse. I will spare you getting that ever again.
It's interesting how miserable it sounds. Maybe it's just because I'm reading T.S. Eliot and that's the only free verse I've read but, that poem shows an image which I didn't want to convey as I really enjoyed the dance. Anyway, comment with your own opinions before I give you anymore.
Beat beat beat beat.
The droning thud,
Underpinning, controlling
The melody hums,
Harmlessly, repetitively
The dance. Music plays,
The world transforms to freizes
As the strob light flashes
The dancers themselves
They form into clumps
No lines, no circles or couples
Just huddled crowds
With their homage of the beat
Beat beat beat beat
Organised seizure:
The jerking is similar
Like a clockwork monkey
He moves to the beat
Hand foot leg arm
Stretching out
To most extension
Give wide berth
He's lost
he seeks to organise a pattern
to make the movements
less dangerous to others
and and fails
as an arm goes
out and wild
Back forth back forth
Her hips sway, side to side
Watch, they speak a different dance
A primal dance
A dance for two...
But staring is rude
Your eyes slip up
Briefly to breast, then to face,
Then away. Staring is rude
Foot leg foot leg
This one possessed, moves,
his feet controlled not by his brain
the jump and scatter, recollect
While the body
It tries to stay above them
Slow down stop soon
No more looking at others
You dance for joy and hate,
For love and for the dance
And now the act is done
We've finished with this
The silence as loud as a hurricane
You enjoy the breeze
And wander home
Remembering the dance
Remembering:
Beat beat beat beat...
That is the only time I will ever do free verse. I will spare you getting that ever again.
It's interesting how miserable it sounds. Maybe it's just because I'm reading T.S. Eliot and that's the only free verse I've read but, that poem shows an image which I didn't want to convey as I really enjoyed the dance. Anyway, comment with your own opinions before I give you anymore.