The Last Dance
the
swinging
rhythm
was
spellbinding
the
pounding
beat
was
enthralling...
she slipped on
her white
nightgown
as she
prepared
for bed
but the music
playing
outside her
room
beckoned her
to heed
its call
listen she did,
and more...
the
swinging
rhythm
was
spellbinding
the
pounding
beat
was
enthralling...
she stepped
into
her red
stiletto heels
and started
swaying
with her eyes
shut closed
she finally
let go
unaware
of the eyes
that were
watching...
the
swinging
rhythm
was
spellbinding
the
pounding
beat
was
enthralling...
he knew
she was
still mad
at him
but the
lovely sight
was too much
to resist
he took
his chance
and took her
in his arms
their eyes locked
his gaze
drowned
her anger
there was
nothing left
but
burning
passion...
passion...
the
swinging
rhythm
was
spellbinding
the
pounding
beat
was
enthralling...
and so,
together
they slowly
swayed
to their hearts'
content
as if
in a
trance
they danced
like
there
was
no
tomorrow...
tomorrow...
the
swinging
rhythm
was
spellbinding
the
pounding
beat
was
enthralling...
unbeknownst
to them
their
time
was
running
out
and
tomorrow
would
never
come...
the
swinging
rhythm
was
spellbinding
the
pounding
beat
was
enthralling...
© Bing (PinkLady) 2011
Posted for WritersBlockDaily,
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16 POINTS OF VIEW:
So beautiful but so very sad Bing. You do these so very well.
Have a terrific day. Big hug. :)
sorry it's sad, sandee... but i enjoyed writing this one. thanks for appreciating. :)
Oh, what a romantic you are.
Well done. Romance is always better when the lovers are starcrossed ... somehow! Poignant.
Trotted beautifully, and then came a sad twist to it too!! Left the heart laden with grief. You did that so well!!
hi jamie, i'm glad that you like this piece. sometimes, starcrossed lovers do find a happy ending. not in this story though. thanks for appreciating. :)
thanks, nanka. i had mixed feelings while writing this. happy to know you like it.
Bing,
The beauty of the sadness conveyed was written so powerfully.
JP
http://tasithoughts.wordpress.com/2011/01/30/beyond-the-ceiling/
thank you, jp. i really appreciate your kind words. :)
dances and romance are closely related.
perfect and sweet piece.
breath taking imagery.
A++
A beautiful poem, the repetition is spellbinding, one falls into a trance reading it.....and a poignant ending.Beautiful, Bing.
i'm glad that you like the post, ji. thanks for stopping by. :)
sherry, when i read your poem about pup's ghost, i wanted to try that style. so i came up with this piece. i'm glad that you like it. thanks for appreciating. :)
Ouch. Through the whole thing I was thinking how beautiful it was... how I wished all couples fights could end that way... and then BAM. As sad as it is, it is a beautiful picture of a final moment and reminder why we should not go to bed angry. Thanks for sharing.
My Pantry poem: Chitter Chatter on Early Employment.
rachel, that is exactly why we should live each moment like it's our last. i'm glad that you like it. thanks.
EXCELLENT :D
Bing, WOW! The refrain (very much like a jazz tune, that), the dreamy quality of the images, her stiletto heels... a sort of Neruda sexiness to this, but I never expected the ending. You're right - live each moment to the fullest! Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/05/07/powerful-urge/
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