Metrical Dance Poem by Tom Billsborough
Metrical Dance
Come, sweet stranger, follow my steps.
Tis a metrical dance we must progress.
The band is playing and our two hearts beat
In perfect time, and our feet
Trace out in exact rhyme
The figures of eight and the swirling turns.
Closer and closer our bodies unite
And love will decide our ultimate fate
Let not its rhythm ever abate
That Chance may close this immortal dance.
the last line threw me. going from stranger to love? ? that is q
Two strangers meet. Their dance is harmonious. Maybe start of a love affair or mutual self-deception?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 4:01:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
OOPS! premature ejac......... i mean 'submitting' occurred. her is my whole comment: the last line threw me. going from stranger to love? ? that is quite a LEAP! favorite lines: In perfect time, and our feet Trace out in exact rhyme................the time/rhyme rhyme made up for lack of rhyming elsewhere! :) bri :)