Life, or: Death

Inspired by Theodore Roethke’s ‘My Papa’s Waltz’

He joined the family waltz
The day that he was born;
With playful somersaults,
Toots ringing from his horn.

He balance stepped with Life,
His "corner" on his left;
Tunes sweetly played by fife,
His fingers small and deft.

Twirled then towards the right,
Suddenly out of breath;
It gave him such a fright,
Cold, pallid mask of Death.

Then to the left again,
He danced with Life once more;
Slim healthy boy of ten,
Gliding across the floor.

But to the right he turned,
Faint, drawn by Death's embrace;
He shaking, then concerned,
Legs rooted to their place.

The young man recovered,
Danced two waltz tours with Life;
Though Death always hovered,
He found himself a wife.

Danced all the way around
Through all of life's stages;
Steps elegantly wound,
Danseur at all ages.

And finally, he smiled;
She gently squeezed his hand;
An old man, not a child,
The music had been grand.

The d’Verse prompt: ‘Waltzing’

At d’Verse, we were instructed to take a look at waltz. In waltz, one counts to three. We were to reflect upon the “beat” of a poem in the same way we do with music and make some effort counting to three.

If you’re curious, you can read more about this prompt.

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