the world was built
from passion
the dancers rose
up out of the centre
red-sheathed and entwined
emerging smooth
from the living orange
to swirl around each other
blended in motion
ta-ra-ta-ta
tara-ta-tata-ta-ta
ta-ra-ta-ta
he bent her backwards
her hair fell low
in it’s wake a forest
ta-a-ra-ta-ta
they kicked out together
and where their feet touched
a mountain
tarara-ta-tatata
they came together
burning stares into each others eyes
then up
ta-ra
the cosmos
ta-ra-ta-ta
tara-ta-tata-ta-ta
ta-ra-ta-ta
she began to stamp
he too
a tattoo rhythm rippling out
rippling in
ta-ra-ta
hey!
tara-ta-ta-ta-ta
hey! hey!
and then to splash
in and out of the moving waters
and kicking up into the sky
ta-ra-ta-a
where it grew into cloud
then fell down again
and the air cooled
the dance slowed
so very slow
without the heat
they are not fire
after all
but once
they woke the world
through passion
~
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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Comments3
Good write Frank. Didn't know if I would reach the end of it, with that title. A swoon may have come on! lol.
Thanks O. Sorry it's a bit long.
Read it twice and (I hope you don't mind me saying this) it read even better the second time round leaving out the ta-ras. Great write whichever way.
Any way that works is fine Michael.
Trying to provoke a musical quality is tricky, sometimes. Sorry if it distracted too much.
Any way that works is fine Michael.
Trying to provoke a musical quality is tricky, sometimes. Sorry if it distracted too much.
A fine example of what passion can accomplish, Frank! It is behind every great creation, including poetry, isn't it,
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