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Thinking, writing, thinking about writing…

Wallflower

It is the swirl, ah, the twirl of laughter

blending hoops,

caressed, undressed with light fantastic,

small steps,

quick flicks.

We sway, away, tingling with burst of flight.

How trim, how sensual those Senegalese hips!

As the Bachata envelopes us in its languorous abandonment,

we rejoice in their envy-soaked grasp.

 

Drowned in cocktails and promise

of bloodened lips, how alone

she felt, past desire, amid the rhythms, the tropical beats.

Not young enough

or pretty enough

the sequins now scattered,

a face in the crowd, too much flesh in a sweat,

as she seeks to convey

all her love for the music,

and forget.

And forget.

 

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10 thoughts on “Wallflower

  1. Wow! This is quite good. Poetry has been the hardest thing in the writing realm to teach my kids in our homeschool. The visual imagery especially was amazing. Nice job!!!

    • Thank you- didn’t expect such a prompt comment. I think children are strongly drawn to funny poetry or poetry with an attractive auditive element (and strong beat). Ted Hughes is quite good, if somewhat disturbing with his animal poems. And my children regularly read and enjoy the poetry anthologies published by Sholastic Books (Animal Poems, Discusting Poems, Dinosaur Poems, Silly Poems, Spooky Poems and so on).

  2. Love the dance, the rhythym, the style, and perhaps most of all the heading – really like that you don’t mention the flower again – clever

    • Your comments are always so helpful to a poet still very much whittling her craft… Yes, I tried to convey the salsa rhythm through the words and beats.

  3. Exquisite!
    Reminds me of Milton -
    ” Come, and trip it as ye go,
    On the light fantastick toe.
    And in thy right hand lead with thee,
    The Mountain Nymph, sweet Liberty; ” ~ Regards, Dan

  4. Amazing, Marina. You definitely capture the rhythm of the dance and the incredible loneliness of a woman who looses her chance to engage with the music she loves so much, because she is so caught in the image of herself in it. The end of the poem is very intriguing, because it leaves questions for the reader, “What is she trying to forget?”

  5. loved this line dear: we rejoice in their envy-soaked grasp. :)

  6. Love the way this simply swirls and dips… Gorgeous!

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