LINE
DANCING
Poems by Lawrence Carradini
When
does inside out become
too much -
The speaking of ones deaths,
emotion.
The voicing of each failure -
"success"
becomes a silent springboard
at times.
We wear our voice in our
hair -
In our
pants -
our
eyes.
We wear our hearts
out.
Place another page
in the
sleeve.
They say a poet writes
because "said" cannot "not"
write.
Until she does -
become
personification.
"Become"
with each word
on
the
page ( a grave filled with unseen
bones).
The fabricator carves out
bones -
builds
a skeleton.
If done well,
the reader
seize the beast.
Mirrors become less friendly
with age.
In truth, the mirror is just
a mirror.
It is the beholder
that would prefer
not to see.
Enough bones can build a palace
in which these skeletons can
assemble.
These bones get up and
dance
which is our life.
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