The Dance
November 27, 2007 by Shirley Allard
With candles burning slowly as we dance
We slowly leave the room and slip away
Consumed by inner tunes we gaze and prance
With candles burning slowly as we dance
We leave the floor enraptured and entranced
Our eyes intoxicating as we sway
With candles burning slowly as we dance
We slowly leave the room and slip away.

I felt the waltz rhythm as I read it. I’m sure there’s a technical form you used, I’m just ignorant of it. But form or no form, it sounded elegant and lyrical; isn’t that what a poet strives for in such a piece? Very nice, Shirley.
This is beautiful! Like Bob, I can feel them dancing away.
Oh yes, it’s that famous triolet. This was in response to Jo’s challenge. Don’t get dizzy with all that waltzing! Thanks Bob.
Hey Jo, I think we’re here at the same time. Thank you!
i love it shirely… just love it… i am still working on mine… but soon i hope to join you …..
A very romantic poem, Shirley. Sweet.
Thanks Jodi…I’ll be watching for you!
And, thank you Oz.