Emlyn Wentwhistle


The Artistry Of A Slow Waltz - Poem by Emlyn Wentwhistle

In the glare of a thousand fluorescent lights,
these fledgling feet you'd think
might flail and flounder,
merely fail.
They stand inert
like gravestones in a hinterland of teeming earth.
And neither Strauss nor Mozart can prevail,
offering immortality in three four time.

The artistry of a slow waltz
resides in the triumph of dexterity
over the absurd.

And such a strange farrago, they'd agree
this requeim waltz and...well
this graceless amputee.
And such capacious incapacity!

Legs made NOT to dance.

And what a place to make their final stand-
like nervous landlocked mutineers
and so expose
the fallibility
of cartillage and bone
that I,
already decomposing,
know it's time
to seek expression in some other art.

And all the while
this ordered world
spins like a honed and polished dancer

despite my inexplicable hostility to rhythm.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013


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