Deb Radke Poet Italian Sonnet

A Slower Dance

We are experts at the dance of drawing near
And you lift your hand, as though my hand to touch;
I approach this lovely dance with lingering fear,
For I simply cannot swing into this trust.
You are expert at the dance of drawing near,
Yet I fear to take your hand, t'would be too much;
I wonder what we call this uncertain dance,
These fancy moves we memorize, then enhance.

I approach this lovely dance with lingering fear
And you lift your hand, as though my hand to touch;
We are experts of the dance of drawing near,
But I simply cannot swing into this trust.
I pull away, turn aside, and face the back;
This disturbing slide revealing that which lacks.

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Robert Pettit January 8, 2011 at 3:26 PM Once again, good descriptiveness and decent rhyming. An impressive output.

Michael J. Falotico January 8, 2011 at 9:58 AM Beautiful images my dear Deb... enjoyed your work as usual... luv Michael

Dr.Ram Mehta January 7, 2011 at 2:47 PM There is a nice waltz after the eighth line, Nice Petrarchan sonnet.

Sidney Beck January 7, 2011 at 2:00 PM yes the new form is clever, but apart from the new form, your poem contains repeated emphasis of the main point, suggesting that this is a recurring situation, and indeed it probably is a recurring situation....so I prefer it...the original was fine of course but the shortness was a limitation....ok - it's lovely !.... thanks for keeping in touch, Deb...sincerely... ..Syd

Carolyn Devonshire January 7, 2011 at 1:24 PM I like the extended version even more, Deb! Wonderful description of the "dance" in which some lovers engage. Love, Carolyn