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Janet Bosson Poem
Put on your dance shoes,
come take my hand,
We’ll Waltz through dreams in a ballroom grand.
Tango! calls with a fiery chase,
Two hearts meet in a bold embrace.
Salsa! spins in the tropic glow,
fast feet flash as the trade winds blow.
Rumba! sways with a warm desire,
slow steps burn in a tender fire.
Foxtrot! smooth as a silver stream,
cool as jazz in a midnight dream.
Quickstep! kicks with a bright, loud cheer,
flying feet as the crowd draws near.
Paso! proud with a stamping beat,
Swing! where laughter makes life complete.
The music’s here the night’s still young,
put your dance shoes on let’s join the song!
Copyright © Janet Bosson | Year Posted 2025
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Janet Bosson Poem
It’s not the storms that bring me down,
But sudden noise or violent sound.
A cupboard slams, the coffee spills,
And I’m back among the distant hills.
A car backfires, an angry tone,
And I’m no longer here alone.
The past comes rushing, sharp and fast,
The present’s gone, the moment’s passed.
A shadow moves, my heartbeat climbs,
I’m trapped inside those other times.
So small the spark, yet fierce the flame,
It calls me back and speaks my name.
Copyright © Janet Bosson | Year Posted 2025
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