Word Dance

Word Dance

Carley Eason Evans

 

Did you know you can

tell yourself “I want to

write a poem;”

and then, you can sit down

at a blank page to write?

What happens at that

moment? Do you know?

I’m not certain but seems

to me words crawl out 

of my fingers to dance 

across a white field. The word

dance is not under my control, 

not exactly. Little black letters

squirm in the snow, and make 

something new, something dark — 

always mysterious, never completely 

surprising.

 

2013 March 2

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