Danse Macabre

by Drew Gold   Aug 24, 2005


Transfixed by the movements, the musical vibrance,
We move to the tune of invisible sirens.
Reality reposes with the closing of eyelids,
Then lies change to truth and peace transforms violence.
As the colors fade from blue, all noise turns to silence.

Upon awakening, I feel an icy hand capture me;
Pulling me down, closer to insanity.
Vertigo sets in, but the dizzying gravity
Helps to realize the hand is my own, that I’m actually
Standing stock-still, alone, blinded while I atrophy.

With our head down and eyes dripping wet,
Feeling hasn’t slipped from us yet.
Silence is a burden we grow to regret,
But still a reminder of that which is set:
The music of a past we’ll never forget.

A distant drone, or a heartfelt beating,
Omnipresent and ever-repeating.
Tongue tipped with malice, the devil is feeding
And tightening the noose which constricts our dreaming.
While robbed of our fruits we lie quiet,.. selfish and bleeding.

As we sit cradled by cold, grim hands,
Choice is beckoning, it calls, it demands
To face the music and to take a stance.
And as the echo lives on through our second chance,
We’re helplessly drawn into this wreckless dance.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Atomic

    Thanks for participating in my poetry contest, but as you can see...I have decided to close it and save myself precious time and from feeling further offended.

    Your poem was actually very good. If there -was- a contest, I'm sure you would have been on my top list of winners.

    You used excellent imagery in this poem and if I were to choose one I favour more, I would have chosen the whole poem.

    Kudos to you, sir.

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    (")-(") Arrivederci!

  • 18 years ago

    by Ana Vidovic

    I love the dark nature of this poem. It is truly something special. If you get time could u read mine called innocence? Beautiful job!

    Ana

  • 18 years ago

    by amelia

    Beautiful....intense & breath taking... had to read it over & over to understand...
    i love poems like this...
    5/5
    love
    amy

  • 18 years ago

    by Shædow Poet

    Very good poem, brilliant imagery, loved your vocabulary, not too difficult to understand but poignant. I don't know if you realised it, but your use of assonance carried out such peaceful flow.

    The only complaint I'd have is the rhyme scheme in the third stanza; you set out this rhyming, and then it's just changed, seeming a bit muddled. Yet, in the end, that's just my interperatation

    "A distant drone, or a heartfelt beating,
    Omnipresent and ever-repeating."
    I loved those lines in particular, omnipresent, gave a God-like feel to this poem, and God is entwined with death.
    I thoroughly enjoy poems with layers, I do so in some of my work too, but it's a delight to be able to Bring My Own meaning to this. Nice write.

  • 18 years ago

    by Stacinator

    I'm not great with comments, this poem blew me away. I love the flow, and the detail in it :) great job 5/5

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