Dancing the dance of life

I felt a warmth just knowing I wasn't in a rush anywhere. This will be the last poem i'll release for a while so savour it.

Slow yourself,

Take a seat,

Take your time,

Take the time to breathe.

Oxygenate your brain,

Ground yourself.

Inflate your conscience.

Do not neglect,

Or fail to respect,

The time you get,

To watch others,

Dance the dance of life.

 

As the boss man beckons,

As the blue tit bleeps,

As the bullet flies,

And the sirens weep,

As the hearse eases heavily and the mobile phone moans,

I urge you to stroll,

Sit,

Watch,

Watch the world worry themselves,

Into that cold lonely pit.

Author's Note

I don't usually colour my texts as I think a poem needs standalone value, however blue seems a fitting colour haha, try not to review the colour as well, its only a hue :)

Reviews

[Blossom]

really beautiful. the color adds more depth and meaning to this. love the lesson that this teaches. also love the flow.

[Jas Alejandrino Ramos]

lightly inspiring....i love it, the way this poem teaches us something that is really vulnerable in life, another great work:)

[Closedown]

Love the assonance and rhythm of this piece.

[loowzerX]

I was going to ask whether the blue represented the 'cold lonely pit'..but either way it's still a well penned piece :)

[Amber Betty Marie Child..]

o if i could open my eyes in mediatation

[darkgurl]

This is deep and well written. I like this alot.

[My Fair Lady]

Oh how we becme entrapped by the life and technology that is supposed to make things more simple. Simplicity and appreciation for it is so hard to find.

[David W Moore III]

or as they say, take the time to smell the flowers. Very well put. It is easy to get caught up in the minutia of this existance, but that runs the risk of seeing only that and not the wonders that abound.

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes we need to be free and do what make us happy. Can't allow the world to strangle our hope and dreams away. I like the complete poem. A strong ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote

[.quan.011.]

I like this peom keep making more.