Dancing flames held in skyward hands,
moving in unison.
Swayed
by the rhythm that has no polarity.

Old Glory hoisted high with pride
from coast-to-coast, tattering in the wind.
Swayed
by a deceitful storm sweeping the land.

Pines and oaks standing side-by-side,
flex in synchronous motion.
Swaying
in a gentle calming breeze.

People of all walks, shoulder-to-shoulder, singing loud,
maybe off-key but in harmony,
sway
with the guidance of our better angels.

NICE

Rocking rhythms

Rocking rhythms

Nice poem .

Thanks, Robin.

Rock on, Peppa.

I appreciate it, Julie.

Welcome @technovative

Enjoyed reading it from heart.
Hope to get more ahead of your
imaginations in poem's

Keep It Up

I really like this, lovely metaphors. Political?

I was forming a poem in my head about swaying to the river's song and then you posted this.

Thanks for checking it out and sharing your thoughts. It's intriguing that you were thinking about writing something with a similar theme.

It took on more of a political meaning than I originally intended. I was swaying to some music, and wanted to write something that might cause readers to reflect on how doing the same makes them feel. I think most of us instinctively mimic the swaying motion we see in nature when we need to let go. Relaxing a rigid posture or mindset can calm our emotions, and allow us to refocus and reevaluate the rationality of what was causing negativity. This can sway our thinking and our behavior toward balance and reason. I also hope that the imagery of a crowd of people, that surely have differences, enjoying a concert together, might remind folks that we can do the same outside the stadium.