Poetry (Again)

Another angsty metaphoric narrative poem, this time inspired by....
Actually I don't remember what I saw that inspired it.
All I know is that I was watching the Pixar shorts at the time.
OH WAIT. Inspired by WALL-E, the scene where Wall-E and Eve were dancing together in space and the captain was reading the definition of dance.
See if you can figure out the metaphor, though it doesn't take a genius to figure it out.


The Show (Dance)

Round and round.
Step after step.
We dance and we dance.
We twirl.
We jump.
We plie.
We dance as
we go.
Making up new moves.
Repeating some old ones.
But we dance
Until our performance comes to an end.

As the world as our stage
We can create more.
Our dances tell our stories.
We can dance alone,
With partners,
Or with a group.
But we are never alone.
Our dances intertwine with others
To create one big show.

My dance is unrehearsed;
I dance as I go.
But lately,
I've been out of step.
My right foot disappeared
And is replaced with a left one.

As I trip out of tune
Out of step
Out of place
I don't notice the other one
Cutting into new dancers
And stopping their performance
Before it barely started.
Four dancers fall
One is left
Limping
And alone.

But did they matter?
They weren't even real performers.
But they were a part of my performance.
I'm left four dancers short
When two different ones were already dancing away from me.

Another dancer cuts in
Trying to put the interferer back in place
When the crew comes in
They take the dancer away
But the interferer is left
Dancing more merrily
Now that one of the big leads is separated from us
He thinks that the crew will save him
But who was to save the four dancers
From the interferer?
I was supposed to
But I tripped too much to see them.

Our performance is stopped momentarily
Waiting for technical difficulties to be fixed
Waiting for recasting calls
But in our dance
No one can be replaced
There are no understudies
Only the main performers
And one was dragged away
When he was already trying to get back in step
One is placed under care
When he didn't need it
He was just creating more drama
That wasn't part of the performance
The rest of us are left standing on the stage
Waiting for our curtains to rise again.

But that's dance.


Comments and constructive criticism much appreciated ^_^

TWGS ♥

EDIT :: At the top, you see that I've added a graphic I made of ballerina dancers. I've decided to put some interest in my plain black blog and add a new graphic that incorporates with the main idea of the post. Unfortunately this one was cropped a little too small ^^; heh, oh well.