Dancing On Words (Not Mine)

To dance in the shadows
where the current hums.
Dancing to watch the fire rise
in a pen whose words are not mine.
Yet I write.......
And with each stroke
the page is lava.
The page is a stranger
I will never touch.
But still I write.......
The pen finds curves
I will brush
Yet never travel on
But still I write.....
Words flow via heavy pulses
building from hidden wants
I don't know
But still I write......
And when the page is full,
there is a sigh.
These are not my words.
But what a ride

Reviews

[Rosie C]

Hmmm, this is a thought-provoking read.

I can sense a bit of irresponsible cheekiness from the writer.

Very inviting, I almost took the title very literally…

But of course, the words are truly yours.

[Brandon Houser]

Thank you Rosie. Very insightful observations. Your spidey senses are quite on point. I can't deny it.

[Michael Sun Bear]

A really interesting poem but rather difficult read. I have read it through several times and I’m still not sure I understand what the poem means to you, but I did find what it means to me, and that is the beauty of poetry.

[Brandon Houser]

You are right about that Michael. I am glad you found meaning and who knows, maybe it's the same as mine, but my friend, I'll never tell. Especially if it rests on another level for you. You deserve that interpretation. Thank you for reading

[Curly Grace]

A quiet, glowing piece about being carried by a voice that feels beyond the self, the repeated line gives it a steady pulse, and the ending lands like a gentle exhale.