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02 February 2014

The Last Dance - A Repost


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...

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...

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


A pocketful of sunshine and 



I am reposting this poem for dVerse’s Poetics- Repeat Performance First time Through. My original post is here.


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21 POINTS OF VIEW:

Sandee February 2, 2014 at 11:59 PM  

Beautiful and so bittersweet.

Have a blessed day honey. ♥♥♥

Claudia February 3, 2014 at 12:13 AM  

bittersweet indeed... love the dancing the anger and sorrow away...so sad that there was no tomorrow though...

Brian Miller February 3, 2014 at 1:35 AM  

ouch...i was so happy swinging in the rhythm i did not see the end coming....it is a testiment though to getting over our angers and getting on with life because we dont know what is next....


great use of repetition to get movement in a piece....

manicddaily February 3, 2014 at 3:33 AM  

The repetition works both sensually and mournfully here -- very well done. Thanks much for participating in the prompt with this sad poem. K.

Björn February 3, 2014 at 6:24 AM  

What a bitter sweet end here.. Loved how the refrain worked.

Bing Yap February 3, 2014 at 11:35 AM  

Thank you, Sandee.♥

Bing Yap February 3, 2014 at 11:36 AM  

Claudia, I’m glad you like the poem. The “no tomorrow” part speaks of death.

Bing Yap February 3, 2014 at 11:37 AM  

Exactly, Brian. Nobody knows what tomorrow will bring. Thanks for dropping by again.

Bing Yap February 3, 2014 at 11:38 AM  

Manicddaily, thanks for the appreciation. I really love this poem and enjoyed sharing it.

Bing Yap February 3, 2014 at 11:39 AM  

Bjorn, thanks for the kind words and for dropping by.

Sherry Blue Sky February 3, 2014 at 11:58 AM  

Oh so beautiful and then so sad, with time running out, they all unaware. Lovely, Bing.

Bing Yap February 3, 2014 at 5:19 PM  

Each moment counts, Sherry. Thanks for the visit. :)

WordsPoeticallyWorth February 3, 2014 at 8:36 PM  

An unexpected turn near the end that caught me off guard!Well done.

A nice poetic piece that I enjoyed reading.

You write intellectually, which I like.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Gabriella February 4, 2014 at 3:46 AM  

Great use of the repetition in your sweet but sad poem, Bing Yap!

liv2write2day February 4, 2014 at 5:22 AM  

A bit chilling...it's as though I want to hear the rest of the story.
Nice to see you--it's been a while.

Bing Yap February 4, 2014 at 7:59 AM  

Andrew, thanks for appreciating my work.♥

Bing Yap February 4, 2014 at 7:59 AM  

Gabriella, thank you.♥

Bing Yap February 4, 2014 at 8:01 AM  

Victoria, it feels good to blog again and it’s also nice to see you back here. The rest of the story is now history.♥

Bodhirose February 4, 2014 at 10:16 AM  

I didn't see that end coming either which made it even more sad...given their passionate dancing and reconnecting after some anger between them.

Love the repetition of your stanza too.

And how hopeful a quote by Swami Vivekananda...love him.

Bing Yap February 4, 2014 at 12:51 PM  

Thanks for dropping by, Bodhirose. I’m glad you like the poem.

Heaven February 6, 2014 at 7:14 AM  

How sad in the ending but I love the dancing rhythm ~ Enjoy life as it comes ~

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