The Poet's Lonely Waltz

Under cracked ceilings and calloused hands
My pen does a waltz to invisible bands
A clever allegro and ink covers white
A lithe ballerina on premiere night

The bare floor is spattered 
With the pattering feet
Of my words wooing rhythm
'til the page is complete

Watch this step, read this twirl!
And with a tip of my pen
A new line is born in verse...
And again!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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March 29, 2016 at 12:07 AM
Andrew Holt, wow, A new line is born. I feel as if I should worship this write.. somehow deep/sad YET amazing... Love it!!! LINDA
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March 28, 2016 at 9:06 PM
Yes, a poetic dance in vibrant words and lines! Poetry is truly a dance on the page, and poems are "born" like conceptions of the mind. Love the vivid images here.
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