Dancing With Poetry
I miss dancing with you, my
friend,
‘cross the open floor where
we’d etch our verse
Rhyming in rhythm till the
party’s end.
What romantic images we’d
traverse !
Take my hand, one more stanza
please.
Alliteratively we’ll step out
a fanciful song
Then sway to a sonnet with
equal ease.
Oh, your sweet presence has
been absent too long.
Let’s make a date, at
semester’s end,
We’ll waltz onto a brand new
page
With creative words and
thoughts that wend
their way, once more, to the
poetic stage
Claiming Hawaii as her true
home, Molly Moore is currently residing in Seattle, Washington, pursuing a
nursing degree. Perhaps her previous career as an international flight
attendant is what launched Molly’s "flights of fancy" into poetry. A
love of rhythm and rhyme sparks her creative side, especially while outdoors in
nature.
Molly, Molly...this is just beautiful! I love the metaphor of poetry being your dance partner! You will have to post this at PFT if you haven't already. I love it my friend! I wish you the most blessed 2016. Love, Connie
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ReplyDeleteI was attracted to this by the title alone. The poem itself did not disappoint. A most enjoyable read!
Your friend,
David Fox
Hi Molly! I hope that poetry will forever be loyal to you; like that you'll have the pleasure of a special guaranteed dancing partner suitable for every mood! A very lovely poem, indeed. ~ Regards // paul
ReplyDeleteHi Molly: So good to read your poems again. An invitation to the dance is always hard to resist so I am sure your Muse will be dancing with you again through the nature you love so much. SuZ
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