Couldn't be
diviner
A mad dance
D minor
A dark waltz
my head spins
circling
violins
so sadly
spinning round
Gradually
take me down
Speeding up
swirling sound
the scales play
in it bound
Let me go
Fly away
Like the notes
I can't stay
Oh love me
just today
I won't come
back this way
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: September 12th, 2023 08:32
- Comment from author about the poem: A waltz being in ¾ time each syllable in a line is a beat, three beats to a line.
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- Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15, L. B. Mek
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Comments3
Wow, kudos and it did in fact feel just like a waltz, and I'd come back any day for a dance like this. 💖
Thanks Teddy for the read and kind words. I appreciate the encouragement.
Experimental poetry?....well it felt experimental to a traditional plodder like me - and non the worse for that, Soren. Tripped through it lightly.
Yep experimental indeed. I heard the waltz and thought poetry and music have meters so why not take the meter from the waltz and put it to poetry. Three syllables to a line just like three beats to a measure. It seemed more of a challenge than I bargained for since three syllables is not much for a line. Thanks for the read
Brilliant interpretation
Distilling the essence of this scene
while keeping to a rhythmic flow
of entwined heart's
embraced, in the dance of life
counting, to get that timing right
to insure they're forever, in-step
with each other's desires...
(this song still get me as well)
thank you oh wise Poet
(I read and learn)
Thanks L.B. just another experiment along the way. I appreciate your most kind words.
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