a dance?
a candle flame
courting
faint breeze
to and fro
to and fro
slender
shadows
the autumn leaf
twists, twists
on a twig
eve of separation
lovers refusing
each other go
red and brown maple
swirl in unison
beat their last drum
then let themselves
free from hangers
trail the breeze
swirl, twirl,
somersault,
jump over each other
hip hop dancers
in maddening mood
the two parter
floral crepe curtain
at the open window
springs a solitary flight
up down, down up, twists
her fair and frail physique
over the field
a pink lotus in lake
gently, gently
a darting shadow
over the blazing sky
the ants on a
floating leaf
run round the edge
cross to the other edge
run round the edge
cross to the other edge
rain
under the streetlamp
swarm of insects
drunken, in their last frenzy
over elixir of light
joining the fiesta
in the streets
reflected in carlight
a million girls jump
flaunt their skirts
and well honed postures
heels over heads
I love dancing John and especially this sort. I could dance till they drop. A truly upligting poem. Thanks for sharing it. 10 from dancing on air! Tai
The whole world is moving in bliss, if we just stop what we are doing and pay atention. I would suggest not reusing the title in the first line, and just heading into the image of the candle. Also, dropp the quesiton mark, . In a poem, a thig is what the poem says a thing is - you don't need to ask permission! This does what good poems are supposed to do - make us see.
i like this poem your writing is unique and different but really good
Your poem dances, teases and twirls! ! ! Loved your style.
Wonderful imagery John, the flow and rhythm is enough to make me want to twirl and whirl with everything else that's dancing to life's music. Kind regards, Justine
Beauty is everywhere, in every simple thing... A poem to read again and again, and so I will. Thank you, John. You have a gift.
dance? a candle flame courting faint breeze to and fro to and fro slender shadows the autumn leaf twists, twists on a twig eve of separation lovers refusing each other go red and brown maple swirl in unison beat their last drum then let themselves free from hangers trail the I really like this poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful imagery. A poem to dance with indeed. Regards, Sandra Fowler