I sometimes dance alone
Away from other’s eyes
To free my mind’s constraints
That limit what I try
An energetic Cossack
A peering, timid fawn
My repertoire is endless
So long’s the blinds are drawn
My inhibitions fade
Like safe chameleon’s hues
Returning with the knock
Of friends I fear to lose
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It gives me the opportunity to tell you that a couple of your posts – On Moderates and Radicals and Why do we honor warriors are some of the best in the blogosphere. I reference them often.
I hope this one means that perhaps you’ll write here more often.
And FABULOUS poem!!
It might sound silly, but when I was in junior high – I remember well the hours I spent dancing alone in our living room (the only place we had a record player – remember those?) Its a good memory! And you won’t catch me admitting that I still do it…no you won’t!
Ahhh, the power of solitude…