Twist

Dancing:
Movement,
Art and emotion in form,
The child relishes in every turn,
Twisting back and forth.

Singing:
Tuned reality on a daylight string,
Playing with dreams,
That we relish as the child performs.

Painting:
Striking color,
Drifting shadows;
Truly the child we adore,
Ever presenting us with more.

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Swordplay:
The child draws every eye,
Each stab and slice,
Every cut and dice,
Rends more from the rapidly descending enemy.
No retreat,
Every move a graceful dive,
And the blood remains in the heat.

Politics:
Every word barbed and painful,
Negotiate for the full,
Where everyone wins,
And the child strikes again,
Returned with hidden slights.

Nothing left...
All the talents came to an end...
The people got bored,
And we turned our backs,
Leaving the child,
Buried in the tracks.

ISA