PEOPLE LIKE ME
I dance on the grave.
I know you loved to dance.
A tiny crab two-steps
through Sargasso,
feeding on dead crabs
that danced there before.
Mackerels and barracudas
just beneath the surface,
and people like me
just above it.
(Valencia, 21 JUN 2025, Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
JaZzArt en València 
What a hauntingly beautiful poem. In just a few lines, it carries an extraordinary depth of meaning—touching on mortality, memory, survival, and the fragile dance of existence.
I was especially struck by the opening: «I dance on the grave. I know you loved to dance.» It transforms grief into an act of remembrance, suggesting that continuing to live fully can itself become a tribute to those who came before us
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Thank you so very much Sir. I am very glad you have liked the poem. I appreciate your kind words.
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You are most welcome, Sir.
The pleasure was entirely mine. Your poem carries a sincerity and emotional depth that lingers long after the final line, and I am grateful that you chose to share it.
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You covered a lot of depth with this poem.
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Thank you Pat.
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😘
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Evocador
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Gracias!
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Love this! A simple poem with depth expressed through a unique prose.
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Thank you so much Lina, I am glad you liked it. All the best!
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