Monday, November 11, 2013
HAVANA DANCE
her soul trembling and forlorn
surrounded by cracked walls
and salsa rhythms
she sees his shadow
driven by broken hearts
encircled by gnarled beats
and a lost lover
she feels his shadow
her soul tremulous and stiff
enclosed by a rusty past
and memories lost
they dance
photo by Edgar Degas
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Ah Wayne, you've caught the mood of the picture perfectly.
I feel the shadow in your poem...~ Thanks for visiting and commenting on my blog.
An shadowing verse for a shadowy picture. well done:)
A picture full of shadows - and you saw them all...
Ah, the dance of memories...
I see them still!
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A fabulous word and picture combination!
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