A poetic journey through my mind

The Dance

Liminal, the place between, between the seen and the unseen, the corner view, the edge of sight, the distance between wrong and right, the gap that lies between the worlds, where all the dragons sleep, tight-curled, from page to page, from left to right, in and out and day and night, all the spaces in between, where the tricksters dance unseen, in whirling steps of green and blue, and dancing, make the world anew, in colors of the brightest sheen, to decorate the place between.

4 responses

  1. So well written an entrance to a story ☺

    April 6, 2017 at 2:38 am

    • KC

      Thanks! Although it’s pretty much the entrance to -every- story. :p

      Liminal space is one of my favorite concepts, I think maybe because as someone with Borderline personality disorder (we really need a new name, btw…maybe “liminally confused”? ;)) I know it from the inside out.

      April 6, 2017 at 7:14 am

  2. I like feeling that I can see the world differently as a result of something I have read or seen. This poem does that for me. ❤

    April 8, 2017 at 3:19 am

    • KC

      Yay! That’s my entire goal in writing, so I’m very glad to hear that! 😎

      April 8, 2017 at 7:27 am

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