| Blue Moon Dance We fight to break out of the swirl that traps us. Shove, beat fists, bruise; anger flashes in frustation. Life floats in waves, throws us high, then dashes deep in dark choking water. Silent screams echo through our souls, mouths gape helplessly. We battle in separate tidal explosions. Alone, ailenated in blue moon despondency. Sharon Rothenfluch Cooper coopersd@worldnet.att.net Please do not reproduce this poem without written permission from the author. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED |