Riptide Fantasia
Flash—beat—neon bodies
pressed to vinyl grooves,
each step a punctuation
in the hush between heartbeats.
Then wave—curve—swell:
we spun in liquid light,
our shadows folding
into one long shimmer.
Clap—stomp—echo
fractured notes ricochet
off mirrored walls,
each fragment a promise.
Undercurrent rising,
sinew and sinew pulled
by unseen tides,
voices tumbling like foam.
Staccato sparks ignite
this midnight sea—
we plunge into the chorale of soles,
where two rhythms converge,
a riptide fantasia of burbled
lyrics and thunderous refrain.
In the swirl of heat and hush,
our laughter becomes song,
our song becomes tide,
and for one wild moment,
we are the dance,
we are the current,
we are infinite.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A fresh take on sound and language inspired by the music and sound structures and dynamics of "Dance Hall Days" by the band Wang Chung, time to listen with the mind's eyes closed and the imagination open 🎶of poetry 🎶
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Comments9
This could have been anything from the 20's to the 90's with the mirror reference I thought first of disco and the disco ball. Music fills the senses from visual, auditory and tactile. This write encompases them all with briliant images that take me through many songs of the past. Music as sacred as poetry. A fave
Yes! The can-can and the Charleston also came to mind, even bayou music and their influence on how we use language. Thanks Soren🕊️🙏🏻
Yo are most welcome
Nicely done. The poem serves to celebrate the power of art, music, and human connection, illustrating how these experiences can lift individuals out of their everyday lives and into moments of shared ecstasy. The exploration of rhythm and movement emphasizes the beauty of unity in diversity, suggesting that in these moments, we can feel infinite.
And also the diversity of expression 🕊️🙏🏻
Something a bit different for a hopefully exciting read🕊️🙏🏻
Lovely write taking me back to the day of out dancing and clubbing, I find music is like a photograph, you remember each song where and when you first heard it, they evoke emotions and so on, the beauty of creative art, enjoyed the read
Thanks TobiNat 🕊️🙏🏻
You are very welcome
This is damn electric...sound, sweat, tide, all folding into one motion. “We are the current / We are infinite” is such a mic drop. Beautiful crafting done in this poem, my friend...and that is always the case with you. Love this. 🌹👏
Good write A.
I like the short but intent phrases, "Staccato sparks ignite", "in the hush between heartbeats", nice.
Let' just continue dancing to the tunes arqios.
Andy
so well expressed that one can almost visualize the dance , the music and the feelings generrated
well done!!
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