To the Dance

Foot-steps fall
Down patched streets that
Wind around
Quiet homes where the
Bright light of
Snapping fires casts rays
On elegant elms
That squat in well-
Pruned gardens. While

The sudden pat pat
Of feet echo and I
See, faintly,
Her dancing with
Him?

Posted as part of an interesting prompt night at dVerse, where we are directed to create a poem using only 44 words, and that must contain the word, “dance.”

15 thoughts on “To the Dance

  1. Glenn Buttkus January 18, 2016 / 11:15 pm

    Lovely & lonely poetic, reminding myself of the many long walks I used to take alone, glancing into other’s windows, imagining the scenario of their lives.

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  2. Mary January 19, 2016 / 12:12 am

    I think there is more to this tale than meets the eye, as so often there is in your poetry. Smiles. It sounds as if the sight of the two of them dancing together was surprising / upsetting for some reason. Up to the reader to determine why perhaps.

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  3. Grace January 19, 2016 / 12:41 am

    I specially like: The sudden pat pat
    Of feet echo

    The ending was a nice surprise ~

    Thanks for participating in our first Quadrille ~

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  4. whimsygizmo January 19, 2016 / 12:47 am

    I like your breaking of stanzas…the separation and realization that brings. Well done.

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  5. Waltermarks January 19, 2016 / 1:28 am

    Lots of emotion there, peace and tranquility, expectation, hope and disappointment in the end. Sometimes life works that way. We’ll played

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  6. Bodhirose January 19, 2016 / 1:41 am

    There’s a question mark at the end, leading me to believe there was surprise at finding these two dancing together. A little mystery left us to decide just why that may be… Nicely done.

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  7. C.C. January 19, 2016 / 3:54 am

    Like the ‘snapping’ fire—adds tone to this….and the personification of the elms–adds texture. Both add such a richness to 44 words 🙂

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  8. Kathy Reed January 19, 2016 / 5:57 am

    Oh dear,,awkward and painful situation to be in. Dancing is not always fun.

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  9. katiemiafrederick January 19, 2016 / 7:13 am

    Dancing Loves..
    Dancing Jealousy
    of Lost Loves.. Garden
    Blessings.. long since
    lost in dancing others
    away from Love
    to others
    holding
    dear..
    Dance of Life..
    so soft.. so hard..
    tears.. come.. joy
    goes.. fears real..
    life pains.. dance
    of dArk
    liGht
    of
    Dance
    SpRinGs..:)

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  10. Truedessa January 19, 2016 / 11:50 am

    A familiar road but, a surprising destination…she dances with him…so sad…

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  11. lillian January 19, 2016 / 1:03 pm

    You’ve set a scene well within the first stanza. I too like how the stanzas break. And then the surprise couple and we’re left wondering, who are they?
    Nicely done!

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  12. mishunderstood January 21, 2016 / 4:35 am

    I like how the flow of an innocent walk screeches to a halt at the end…in disbelief, in question. Very nice!

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