There’s a boy sitting alone Rubbing ice cold hands Opposite of the warmth Of a fire burning across the room He’s wondering why he’s here Obligation out weighing optimism Watching individuals couple up Dancing across the floor And if the performance is enough Twirling towards mistake hung high To dip low for a conquering kiss They make it seem so easy When he can’t find words That he writes so well Thinking in retrospect On what would have been done Faced with the present frozen More than his hands are And from this jumbled thoughts A hand breaks his concentration A hand attached to a girl Who is smiling at him Her eyes attached to his Instead of reaching for words He reaches for her And the words don’t get in the way As she pulls him into the dance floor
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2 thoughts on “Poem: Christmas Dance”
This is lovely🎄☃️
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Thank you. I was picturing young Scrooge McDuck in the corner in the vision of Christmas Past for my inspiration.