Dancing With One Leg

[miyako73]

My hopping, slow but ardent,
Is a dance of the blue pigeon
Maimed by a kid with a sling.

I stand firmly on the ground
Bare of grasses and parched
From curses and arid summer.

Like that blue pigeon digging
The dry soil for infertile seeds,
I plow the surface for crumbs.

Careful, I hop back and forth
To find places to bury my foot
Pushed down by my weight.

Like that blue pigeon hopping
Over stones and deep cracks,
I also ask why I should dance.

[E.A Rumfield]

Interesting observation. I always like poetry based on something simple like that.

[Delta40]

Thoughtful and insightful writing Miyako. One might ask why not dance?

[PrinceMyshkin]

Typo in stanza two, the repetition of "and"

I couldn't help thing of Stevens' "The Man with the Blue Guitar" but this has a mystery all its own.

[firefangled]

I was taken by this poem. It all seems to revolve around the word ardent in the first line and the question why dance.

The question to me was one for the reader. it was already established that N danced slow but ardent. The middle of the poem is circumstance.

The heart of the poem is why dance ardently, even though wounded?

Well done!