Olin Yeats

A Trifling Dance - Poem by Olin Yeats

My lady has a wrinkle smile,
When she spots me I cannot see
So I stand there blinded for a while.
As I stand there like a post, she will come up to me.
‘How are you today? ’ is what she will say,
And I will respond, ‘I am doing well. And you? ’
Thus the dance of our words shall begin this way,
With a curtsy and a bow, this wordily woo.
We talk. I think to myself: I fancy her… does she fancy me?
Oh this uncertainty, which is stifling,
Our words take a step, dropp back, and twirl like a bee
But the words themselves are trifling.
If only I would say how I feel,
Open the flood gate of my heart, and bring forth words which are real!

Comments about A Trifling Dance by Olin Yeats

  • (6/6/2006 3:39:00 PM)

    I liked this one very much. Keep up the good work, Yeats.

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  • (5/10/2006 8:04:00 PM)

    open the gates and open the heart
    True love shan't never be apart!
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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 5, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 6, 2006

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