One Hundred Words A Day
Tuesday, May 18, 2010


Ouch!  Two bullets from different directions and more to come,
I stepped inside the human circle and into the minefield,
Still smiling, my upturned lips they thought a crescent axe
My dancing feet kick boxing stand.

No more than arrows that pierced, but their directed words shattered nonetheless as metal on impact
Loudly their barks traveled the distance like canine chorus, imitating each other's sounds
Feeding on fears
Territorial fights
An instinct, devoid of reasons.

Childlike, uninhibited... I break into an Impromptu
Following the rising sounds and stepping in sync with the measures, halting where the melody breathes
The notes are flying bullets that were strung into music
And the horror of their smallness, speed, destruction vanishes.

The circle is noose that hangs their spontaneity
Hang them like wet clothes
In sunless days
Until they smell of mold,
Their freshness yielding to decay
To a state tattered

While I danced away ....

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