Last Dance

Unfrtunately, autobiographical.

She dances in the starlight to the cicada's song;

Sweet, slow, sensuous, swaying in the summer dark,

as the scent of honeysuckle caresses the breeze.

 

No moon tonight to reveal her tears;

as she remembers another summer night long ago,

when she danced with a special man in the breeze kissed stardark.

They spoke sweet nothings, (as lovers do), then,

danced the last dance.

 

The last dance.

Before night again fell, her man's life ended,

Ended in the hot, harsh light of day.

 

Twenty years later, she dances again;

alone in the darkness of a sweet summer night.

 

. . . and Remembers.

Author's Note

I am good at accepting valid criticism.

Reviews

[Claws Of Fury]

wonnnderful.

[futurepast.]

I like how she dances through the dark and even when she is shedding tears. This poem is a mixture of emotions and you depicted it very well.
It's the at same time happy, sad, dark and romantic, without forgetting the good motion in this poem.
Nice write.

[QC]

This was actually really great! Very heartfelt. Definately worth first place :D great job!

[watch_the_world]

This is incredibly sad, but touching in a weird way... lol. great write, thanks for sharing :)

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. gorgeous memories make for gorgeous verse ... your words make that night come alive ... love how you waltz ... pure magic ...

[Cynthia]

Well, actually, this is a great poem!
This is sad, but it is pretty sweet too!
Nice one!