Stepping Out on the WC

Jungle beats

            of the heart

tango steps

             of the soul

         dancing the sweet melody

           of verse

poetry is like

               the call of the wild 

off key, low key,

    it's all the same to me

you can lead the way,

             I won't skip a beat

   waltz me to the end of time

tap dance 

 around nature's harmony

write an entire symphony

notes of rapture

lyrics that fandango

           frolic to love

dipped jazzy 

into fiery inferno's play

rocking music

 pounding in the loins

tap me on the shoulder,

 take me for a spin

 where the rhythm counts

 on the writer's cafe

   whip your hair

 to the beat frenzied 

 stanza's cadence

per chance,

             you hear

  passionate chords

Encore, take a bow....

Reviews

[quinfinn]

i don't know whether this is poetry or music, but i took off all my clothes and danced around the room, hmmm, something was missing, so i stuck some peacock feathers up my (belt) and danced some more...yep, it was the feathers! you make my pants want to get up and dance! i love to read your poetry, frieda...you make me feel alive!

[Frieda P]

Ha, sorry I missed it, glad you liked it quin, this was fun to write.

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

I did feel the jazz in this, and perhaps in such a mood, the "writer's cafe" sounds like a real place that I'd visit :)

[Frieda P]

So happy you felt that MKS, thanks so much.

[Androglossia]

This poem is very animated. The rhythm is composed of abrupt, disconnected parts or sounds just like dancing the fandango itself. There is an obvious truth on this piece which I think everyone will agree. Nice one!

[Frieda P]

Have you actually danced the fandango Maryanne, I just love that word, thanks!

[kublakhan27]

He felt a distinct stir in his loins...
-John Fowles

I think I used that one already but I'm using it again...are you trying to seduce me....? ;P

[Frieda P]

Hey, you could use that endlessly, I'm fine with that! ;-P

[kublakhan27]

;)