River Dance Poem by Sona Wilae
River Dance
Fan her dreams as gnats dance
like shadows igniting waves of
despair matching Memphis dust
bowls of heat.
Struggle the bus line to Valdosta
seeking venues and board.
Tell your tales in the sweating
rustic mic.
Belt the bayou rhythms, swaying
swamp lullabies as babies cry
colic and sweating Mama's breast
sag full.
Ray don't you weep, sang Mamie-
Henry pick your banjo
Proud Mary, come
rest awhile.
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4/25/2024 5:29:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Belt the bayou rhythms, swaying swamp lullabies as babies cry colic and sweating Mama's breast sag full. very nice tribute to Tina Turner .. whose power to overcome is legendary......... thank you dear poet. tony