I write many poems like this, they persistently get rejected from literary magazines. I suspect it is the subject, I suspect that we christian are much more comfortable with suffering than our secular friends. Can anybody give me advice and/or critique the writing style. The poem is actually the intro for a forthcoming book of social injustice poems.
Thanks and cheers Kel
Dancing Battlefield
again
Stability is a job
a mortgage
some kids
a car loan.
These things are
stable beneath your feet.
They are the dance of life,
eating
sleeping
and breathing.
Life becomes a battlefield
when the laces of your dancing shoes
become untied
and the ground you're dancing on
begins to move.
A divorce, an affair or child’s death
are tremors
merely a two step or a waltz.
The war begins to ravage
with the salsa of
a jailed father
a murdered alcoholic mother
a trafficked sister
and a child for an
orphaned fifteen-year-old.
A dancing battlefield
is when
history
and circumstance
dictate
the inaccessibility of a future.
It is the molested
beaten
child within
seeking the
solace of a
solvent tin
and heating vent.
It is dancing with holes
in your
single
lonely
dancing shoe.
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