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...
This is very beautiful and very touching. So sad that sometimes those tomorrows never come. We have to keep our memories, I think, as we work our way through the sadness. I am sorry for your loss.
ReplyDeleteThis is a very touching and lovely poem, and I love the rhythm of it, with that refrain, too. So sorry for your loss.
ReplyDeletea lesson we all should learn
ReplyDeleteBing, it is wonderful to see you posting at the Pantry again. I missed you!! A sadly beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteMary, we learn to live with it. Thanks for the visit.
ReplyDeleteSaraV, thanks for the kind words and the visit. ;)
ReplyDeleteWolfsrosebud, thank you. :)
ReplyDeleteSherry, the Pantry is the first poetry community I checked out. I missed posting here. Thanks for the visit. xoxo
ReplyDeleteThis was a very moving poem. I loved the rhythm of it and the recurring refrain brought me right into it! Thank you for sharing and for visiting my blog!
ReplyDeleteIt's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. Beautiful honey.
ReplyDeleteHave a terrific day. :)
Bing,
ReplyDeleteThese beautiful danced to me...I could imagine them set to some music.
Nice to find you back at Poets United again...I do remember you!!
Eileen :)
Barbara, I'm glad that you like it. Thanks for the visit. :)
ReplyDeleteYou said it right, Sandee. ;)
ReplyDeleteHi Eileen, I'm still feeling my way around. I haven't blogged for a very long time. Thanks for remembering and for visiting. :)
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