Movement
The cadence beat sounds
The floor stands still
He takes rounds
The sun comes up
The sun goes down
He moves without a frown
The moon says hello
The moon says goodbye
Blinks have only escaped this fellow
Hands on his tipped hat
His button up shirt flows
Not yet has he even sat
Black and blue pin striped pants
Pointed black shoes
He moves and waves at the growing plants
Yet to be heard is another heart beat
Yet to be seen is another pair of eyes
And yet to be seen is movement leave his feet
He moves his arms
He moves his legs
He moves like water filling fields at farms
His hair flips to the right
His hair flips to the left
All day and all night
He does it not for pay
He does it not for fame
He does it for he feels gay
He does it for his own pure joy
He does it to please himself
He has been moving since he was a boy
Now he has turned into a man
And he will dance
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Cynthia
I really enjoyed this poem. I see you like writing stories in a narrative format. I connected with the story you told. I also like how the story started with movement and ended with dancing. Your word choice was so descriptive and I could easily imagine what was going on in the poem. Keep writing! Your voice is important. You have a unique writing style that only you can put on paper. :)
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namjad
Your sentence structure is refreshing! I like how you indirectly describe the boy by his actions and not by any direct physical features. This also highlights dancing and not the "who" that is dancing. This was overall a well written poem and I really enjoyed it!