She dances like thunder,
High flying to the sky
No one will whisper
No breath, so mystified
Captured, captivated.
You can hear her power
Shuddering stilettos
Red flashes in light
Her dance electrified
Sets your heart stark afire.
This moment hers alone
Flowers flowing in silk
Spin dappled delight
She sends to festive flight
Petals pressed tight escape
Across worn wooden floors
Fly with wings of wonder
Thundering embers
Catch the breath just quite kept
Unwitting unaware
She has come to conquer
Deter her if you dare
You cannot now stay
Unconcerned and clueless
Ruthless rustles away.
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Originally published on Medium on 9/1/2021
Copyright © 2021, Robert G. Metivier
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Bob Metivier
Singer/songwriter/lyricist/composer and poet using various forms. My focus is on Life, Life Lessons, Social Justice, relationships and the building up of individuals and relationships.
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