~The Last Time I Danced

Last time I saw your face I danced in your essence

    the tempo deliberate and hauntingly alluring

you provided the rhythm for my wanton heart

      your Grandioso sent me over the moon,

            then crashing back to earth

I felt it'd be our last tango,

          yet, you expressed devotion

I fell into your staccato without missing a beat

      till I realized you'd always be a cappella

with no reason or rhyme for your deceptive cadence

    there'd be no encore, you were falsetto in disguise

Now, I dance alone on a dark moon with no harmony

     no Maestro to entice an impromptu interlude

sad violin music the only melody that tunes my soul

     still, a free spin above the kick of devils symphony

Author's Note

Reviews

[Ravyne Hawke]

This is beautiful and heartbreaking.. I really love the dance and music themes. Wonderful job, Frieda!

[Frieda P]

Thanks muchly Lori, really glad you enjoyed it!

[Shivam Murari]

Well thought and written! Nice choice of words. :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Shivam :-)

[Sami Khalil]

"I felt it'd be our last tango,

yet, you expressed devotion

I fell into your staccato without missing a beat"
Your words dance with the beats of life gained and then lost to him being out of tune with your heart for he chose the cadences of harmony to go after vain and trivial melodies . But your symphony keeps in tune with life and love...Splendid...:)

[Frieda P]

Grazie Mille Sami, jazzed you liked this one. :-)

[Sami Khalil]

Grazie Mille...:)

[Ruth]

This is just so beautifully done, the music accompanies the words nicely, moved me, deeply xx

[Frieda P]

Thanks Poppy, much appreciated. x

[Rhiti Bose]

As always it is beautiful, you play with words so well Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Awh thanks so much Rhiti, they taught us that in kindergarten. :-)

[Stella Armour]

sad violins and pianos always make me cry..(sad i know).

This is hauntingly beautiful in it's sadness Frieda.....

[Frieda P]

I think violins were made for tears Stella, thanks so much....

[Leslie Philibert]

Like the way the vobabulary reflects the subject, good one.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Leslie, you're always so kind....

[SyberRose]

This read like a beautiful profound dream and your last line produced images of a ballerina
gracefully dancing a pas seul...to the beautiful music...Rose:)

[Frieda P]

I love your beautiful image of my poetry Rose, thanks so much. :-)

[Cassie]

wow!!!! the first two stanzas..awesome, the last stanza, sad that the writer dances alone.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Cassie, sometimes it's best to dance alone, glad you enjoyed.

[Jack...]

The dance floor it is crowded, there are many smiling faces
The band it plays Roberta Flack, the dancers move their paces
Yet over in the corner, there is beauty that I see
With sadness all across her face, I think how can this be
I make my way throughout the crowd, my mind is on romance
She smiles as I take her hand and ask her for this dance

Very nice Frieda, You take us with you on this night of music and fun and allow us to see how it doesn't always end up like we planned...or does it. I guess the music will dictate the night.

[Frieda P]

Oooh, I think I like your poem better! Thanks my sweet poetic friend, always a grand review from you, muchly appreciated. :-)