What Price?

What Price?

Good friends, good music, good times.

Hands holding hands,
bodies swaying to the rhythm
of promises of night.

Dancer’s jubilance
fades to a scream
as blood erupts from chest, arms, and legs.

Nightmare falls
as a hundred points
of red ignite the night.

From above
the freeman
exercised his rights.

free dancers
pay the price for unchecked madness.


Till next time,

About Andrew Reynolds

Born in California Did the school thing studying electronics, computers, release engineering and literary criticism. I worked in the high tech world doing software release engineering and am now retired. Then I got prostate cancer. Now I am a blogger and work in my wood shop doing scroll saw work and marquetry.
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18 Responses to What Price?

  1. Point and Counterpoint. You state the equation well – very well.

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  2. I used to write poetry when I was a young woman – late teens, early 20’s. Then I thought I had it all figured out and that poetry was for kids and quit. How wrong was I? Poetry, like nothing else, has the power to capture a moment like no other, and make us stop and think. Thank you Andrew. My heart is still broken for the dancers and our nation.

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    • Poetry has a power that I find hard to explain, but it is there and done right can build an image or emotion in a way nothing else can. I bet if you put your mind to it, you could still manage a poem or two.


  3. lorieb says:

    I too wondered about the “exercised his rights” bit, but understand with your explanation. Poignant words for a sickening tragedy!

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  4. OK, that’s gory. Maybe it’s a metaphor? Hmm…

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  6. Ray V. says:

    Nicely done, but the reference to “exercising rights” doesn’t fit… no rights involved… it was murder and no one has the right to murder.

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  7. dorannrule says:

    Stunning words to summarize the unfathomable. As Debra above says, “you have a gift.”

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  8. Debra says:

    I’m very moved by your ability to address the pain of this week with such a careful economy of words. This touches me. You have a gift.

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  9. Unchecked madness, yes. So terrible and so random.
    I really appreciate this, Andrew. From the dancers below to the madman above, the image you create is moving.

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