A Dance in Half Measure
A continued rumination on my previous poems, this time born from some recent nautical news.
When I do call it "dance," Do not mistake my words. For though it has its thrills, You must there wager all. To join this walk, this trance, You must allow for chance. Though you assume your stance, You must, your form, enhance. While some may watch the birds And seek to gather herds, you must turn gaze towards What can, will break your girds. Do not obsess with frills, And fail to halt what kills. To brave the coming chills, I ask you run your drills. For wealth forms no sure wall Against what makes men fall. Prestige of highest hall Will never stop the maul. If errors steal your glance, and cause you break in thirds, It proves your lacking skills, And makes your name mere scrawl.