Unchoreographed Ballet by DC deWinter

Trapped in the stickyglue of timelessness,
days fly by untasted as I dance a slow adagio
in the cellar of my imagination, a devout acolyte
waiting for something, anything to happen.

Days fly by untasted as I dance a slow adagio in the cellar.
I weave in and out between boxes packed full of other lives,
waiting for something, anything to happen.
Sometimes I sing; sometimes I close my eyes and think of bullets.

I weave in and out between boxes packed full of other lives;
I’m a prisoner of fading memories that whimper as they die.
Sometimes I sing; sometimes I close my eyes and think of bullets
whizzing through the empty spaces of my life.

I’m a prisoner of fading memories that whimper as they die
in the cellar of my imagination, a devout acolyte
whizzing through the empty spaces of my life,
trapped in the stickyglue of timelessness…

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RC deWinter’s poetry is anthologized in New York City Haiku (NY Times, 2017), Uno: A Poetry Anthology (Verian Thomas, 2002), in print in 2River View, Meat For Tea: The Valley Review, From Whispers to Roars, borrowed solace, Pink Panther, Another Sun,Down in the Dirt and featured in numerous online journals.