The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub For in that sleep of death what dreams may come... -"Hamlet", William Shakespeare

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Wednesday, October 29, 2008

The Fish Hook



She swayed like a branch in the wind
Wait, not a branch but a tree!
Stout, strong, flexible
Eyelids closed
Goosebumps creeping
From within to out
Electric spine
Propagation milliseconds
Beyond thoughts
Somberly sober willful expression
Limb to limb, side to side
The way she moved
Rhythmic, hypnotic
Easy to sense, easy to see
Her flow, her jitterbug feet
An aura of triumphing pain, confusion
Fused as one
The fish hook beat
The melodic voice
As if it came from the heart
From her mind
Her sanctuary
Bubbling over all bystanders
Falling into the trance
Of human expression
Of human creation

By: Amara Van Orden