By Don Iannone
They dance
as though
time were real.
They dance
pretending
they had time.
Around
and around
they go
in vicious circles,
like those spun
by the make-believe gods
they dance to honor.
The Dance to the Music of Time
Painting by Nicolas Poussin
4 comments:
Wow! Good ones, Don. We are all indebted to you.
Thanks Dan. Never a debt in my book. Only mutual respect and giving to each other.
The images help to give focus to the poems. The question is will they stand in a book without the images to depend upon?
Of course. The imagery needs no image.
And do we need a mirror, of any sort, to see who we really are?
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