Indigo and Gold

By MistakenMagic

Sat, 20 Sep 2008

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3 comments

And it’s just us.
Locked in a turbulent tango
Across an eclipsing ballroom
To the giddy pipes of fate.
My face was aglitter,
Unable to hide the honey
In my eyes.
And you were a handsome shadow
Seeking to conceal.
And yet again we suddenly find ease,
Slipping into a waltz,
Knowing that for some
Strange reason
We flow.

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The Poet Who Fell in Love

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Comments

'Turbulent tango' ... has a

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Sat, 2008-09-20 21:46

'Turbulent tango' ... has a nice ring about it. I can almost hear the music as I read this poem. I also like 'the eclisping ballroom'. Much enjoyed. Tina

I love this phrasing: 'My

Permalink Submitted by jennifer on Mon, 2008-09-22 10:29

I love this phrasing: 'My face was aglitter, Unable to hide the honey In my eyes.' Oh, so well captured...I never had the rhythm for dancing...

Thank you for such positive

Permalink Submitted by MistakenMagic on Tue, 2008-09-23 17:49

Thank you for such positive feed back everyone :) And don't worry Jennifer, I find writing about dancing far easier than actually dancing! I have no rhythm outside the world of poetry!