Dance


A poem was

Shapeless yet
Unformed by words
Then sensed

Given licence to jump from heart to head
And dance
And the feeling danced alone

Oh then came words
They paused the feeling
They made it fall to floor from ceiling
And Stop
Dancing
Stop
Feeling
Stop
Chop chop
Line up
Turn round
Turn
Into
Sound

A poem was
A silent thing
Now there's a rhyme and there's a ring
It's almost something you could sing
But is the poem listening

A poem was
Just a feeling
The feeling was contained
The poem was given life
But has the feeling been explained

You say making love with language
Is almost a betrayal
The relationship between words and feelings
Ahh...yes...serious and playful

When I want to write one
The words just will not come
Then I make a language out of rhythm

I think you know the one

So if I don't write you a poem
It's because there are no words

A poem is

A poem is sometimes
Better felt than heard


Shelley Ann Dwornik 2010



'Allow the power of your soul to become as flagrant as the power of sex' (Jean Cocteau)