Happy rains again!
This is a song I wrote couple of months back when I asked my pen to dance on paper.
Comfortable palms
curling arms,
Blues filling a sweet vacuum..
I see tired hips
and blooming hearts
in an uptown ballroom..
Every bead of sweat
every drunken head
is trying hard to fall in love..
Every whisper
goes straight to heart
and waiters would only serve..
Well some candle
on a silent table
has turned into scented fume..
And I see tired hips
and blooming hearts
in an uptown ballroom...
3 comments:
well the truth is can be made beautiful...loved the imagery!
awwwwwwwwww.. so gorgeous.. such a lovely thought.. everyone wants to fall in love!
Hey chats,
spent over 30 minutes trying very hard to recall the name of your blog...its 1:00 am here in Cotonou and I had an insane urge to read your poetry. NOW!!!!!
As always, your poems weave magic and create a wonderfully-comfortable calmness around me. Had not read this one earlier so am commenting on this particular piece of art. Poetry in motion truly (the motion herein being fluid and graceful)!! For tonight, I have the 'Ballroom Blues'.
Go on creating lovely compositions to continue letting your pen dance with gay abandon!! Cheers to you and to each of your works of art!!
-Bubbles
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