…
Trip the light
(fantastic)
of the silvery moon, swoon
and swing and sway
at our star
soiree.
Slice your self
off a piece of this polka
-dot sky, waltz along
that ebony carpet
and watch the
world reel by.
Twist her beams
into your hair, an electric
calypso slide. Let’s go.
Dip into
a little salsa, and
taste its tang
……………….-Oh.
..
Quickly prompted.
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I just love the way you play with words, De!! 🙂
Ha! That “oh” is what happens when you dance at a certain age! Or sometimes not even when you dance – just moving a certain way!
But perhaps it’s just a romantic poem and the oh is a great surprise 🙂
Big smile. Oh, so big!
Put mine in on the wrong site last eve… I was tired –
https://julesgemstonepages.wordpress.com/2015/03/10/dosie-dont-a-haibun-3-10-s/
LOVE it! This poem dances and I’ll tang-oh with you anytime, ma’am! 😀
“Trip the light
(fantastic)”
I adore the way that sounds. It crazy-makes me want to dance.
You are so very creative, girl. Love the “tango” at the end. And the salsa. 🙂
This is my favorite:
“Twist her beams
into your hair, an electric
calypso slide.”
“Slice your self” … Like a pie/pi/phi/P hi, baby.
Ooh, waltzing along polka dots in the sky. Constellations. Star-walking. That is awesome!
You are the coolest, chica. I dig ya tha most!