Dance with me

By Beeme

Mon, 13 Jul 2009
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11 comments
 

Stillness of a rose,
your betraying body lurks,
I move, part afraid.

Delicate as love,
the rose bud unveils itself,
waiting for your touch.

I move towards you,
bringing my feet on tip-toes,
following your beats.

Oranges and pinks,
my dress spins about the floor,
needy for your charms.

I advance faster,
move into the centre now,
come and dance with me.

Certificate U
Poem
Love

Comments

Submitted by rl murdoch on
Very nice Beeme. I am intrigued how you have used dance to define love. RL Murdoch

Submitted by Beeme on
Thanks RL Murdoch,Glad you enjoyed and thanks for thinking up this weeks inspiration point. Best Wishes, Beeme.

k.

Submitted by rl murdoch on
Last Thursday I sent Tony the phrase for inspiration point then I had the idea for "Come Dance With Me" which I posted Friday. See what you think of it when you get time? Thanks RL Murdoch

Submitted by Beeme on
I just went and read "Come Dance With Me". I think personally that it is excellent, the continuous use of the phrase, makes your writing come alive. You use so many lovely images at the pond, I liked the dragonfly dipping in to quench its thirst. It was a great read, very mesmerizing. Great work. Beeme

k.

Submitted by rl murdoch on
Thanks. My youngest daughter read it and said she found it very soothing. Very different from the one about Depression. RL Murdoch

Submitted by sarah wilson on
And it's inspired me to have a go at the IP. Lovely Beeme. Sarah x

Submitted by sarah wilson on
And it's inspired me to have a go at the IP. Lovely Beeme. Sarah x

Submitted by Beeme on
ha! ha! Thank you and I'm glad, looking forward to reading it. x

k.

Submitted by Nolan on
I went to a dance school once I wasn’t a success story haha!
 

Submitted by Beeme on
I went to one ballet lesson when I was younger and never went back, they were very snobish haha!

k.

Submitted by Nolan on
Those guys relieved me of a lot of cash but I must admit the teachers were very sexy. There were competitions, and exams too. They didn’t mind me around but I got only one compliment ever “good heels!” “I move towards you, bringing my feet on tip-toes, following your beats.“ “I advance faster, move into the centre now, come and dance with me.“ Your poem sounds like a Rumba. It’s a very passionate dance- provided you can actually dance. Ja so that was the dance “club”. Should rather have bought a car on hp my chances would have been better. Though in that case, I guess it was a blessing in disguise. Cheers! Nolan (A fool and his money are parted sooner or later).