We can perch upon life's high places
unless, of course, we look down.
We can walk on an ocean of silence,
until one of us speaks, and we drown.
We can dance in synchronicity
and the world, in its envy, will stare.
That is, of course, till the music stops,
when I will be left with no chair.
unless, of course, we look down.
We can walk on an ocean of silence,
until one of us speaks, and we drown.
We can dance in synchronicity
and the world, in its envy, will stare.
That is, of course, till the music stops,
when I will be left with no chair.
I think the one with no chair wins. They get to move on in life and not be stuck to some stupid chair. :)
ReplyDeleteGreat little poem, plum full of nice images.
*Slaps forehead* You are absolutely right, Teresa! (Will you be my therapist?)
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, loved the read,
ReplyDeleteYvonne,
I was going to comment the exact same thing as Teresa! Thumbs up to her! Great work Li :)
ReplyDeleteWow, great little piece there. I was always the one without a chair :)
ReplyDeleteJules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow
Love this poem - thank you!
ReplyDeleteMusical chairs...someone has to move on...I'm with Teresa.
ReplyDeleteI like it; left me smiling pensively.
ReplyDeleteThat is funny (as promised by your tag) but this line was really profound: We can walk on an ocean of silence, until one of us speaks, and we drown.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the symmetry within the formatting, funny ending, enjoy the potluck! :)
ReplyDeleteHere is mine:
http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/
at times, letting go is a choice,
ReplyDeleteanother door opens ...
lovely job.
A++
I thought this was interesting and cool. very provoking
ReplyDeleteA straight to the point of it all, great write!
ReplyDeleteuntil one of us speaks, and we drown.thats awesome I am a lover of lines and I smiled when I read that one.
ReplyDeletemy potluck post was here
http://blackswanpoetry.wordpress.com/2011/05/01/poem-flexed/