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The Dance

There are those who sit
at the edge of the dance,
watching the whirl
of the living

Hub and spoke
Spoken wheel

The dance lingers
in their hearts
Years beyond
the fiddlers last draw.

Style / type: 
Free verse
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I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Last few words: 
Just a short piece of free verse that I've been tinkering with.
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This one is thought provoking! What I got from it was Don't be an observer - get involved and live life or you will regret it in your old age. Wise advise! The title "if my interpretation is correct" sum's up the poem - Life is like a dance, we can be part of it or sit and be an observer!

Interesting to read and contemplate.

LOve Mand xxxx

Pretty much what I was trying to achieve! Thanks and merry Christmas/holidays/whatever you're up to. The centrally located couple of lines were contrived that way, to convey the wheel in both the rotating sense, and the the 'wheel' perhaps still danced in certain places.

All the best :)

Chris Hall - Tasmania

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