The Dance


The Dance

When they came to pick me to dance,
Was when the drums began to beat!?
When it was my turn to rejoice
Was when it was right for me to celebrate!?
The broom tackles the dusty ground,
And the vines by the riverbank
Swallow up the suspension the river carries.
I have already learnt how to articulate images
When they called upon me to express my finesse.
When I wanted to climb the mountains,
The mountain had stopped its steep incline.
Then I wanted a house, but I had a mansion.
When I was quiet, a million voices spoke for me!
So what do I need to do?
What do I need, what I?
When the world is looking for a hero,
My option could not be rejected.
When I wanted to dance, they provided me with a drum.
When I wanted to relax, a resort was there for me.
I did not ask for food, but I was already replenished.
I cannot cry,
Because sorrow could not locate me again.
Then I must dance and sing,
In addition, the melody was singing my praises.
I wanted a bride, but every unmarried woman was fighting
To kiss my finger.
Oh, but I am not of the blood so blue,
Yet all the kings and queens bow down to me.
Now, I want to dance,
Everybody wants to dance for me.

© Olawale Famodun

Excerpt from the book “Poems Of Redemption”
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2 replies

  1. Amazingly beautiful writing techniques! I enjoy the journey!


  2. Thank you, shihivenussuynshyn. Comment highly appreciated.


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