My Mind Dances

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My Mind Dances

Toes dug deep
in the cool
submissive sand.
An imperfect sunset-
gray and paling
peeks meekly from
behind a wall of clouds.

Sustained by
warm coffee,
a hot head,
and a cold heart,
my mind
dances.

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Kaiprin commented on My Mind Dances

12-09-2009

Very brief, but I feel it could have explained why your mind danced with a little bit more detail. Still, I understand the point and I appreciate your effort. Keep trying.

dancinghawk commented on My Mind Dances

10-18-2009

ah, this is beautiful and descriptive ... i can feel the beach ... and love the lines "a hot head, / and a cold heart" ...

Marsink commented on My Mind Dances

10-18-2009

The imagery is very effective and it's clear that your state of mind is much like the horizon you reveal.

SavVySam commented on My Mind Dances

09-12-2009

I like this! We have all been there! Anger can often be the perfect muse to inspire unusual gems like this one! Good work!

HarverTomsson commented on My Mind Dances

09-04-2009

Not too happy, but gritty and real. One can see your backbone, and the set of your chin against the wind. Submission is for others.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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