Flamenco

 

I have a patio, flagstoned and enveloped

by palms and papyrus, abounding

with lilies and hummingbirds and a cascading

fountain masking the sound of traffic

from the street below: so Mediterranean

and perfect for tapas and pitchers of

Sangria. In the night, I hear music and

dance my best Flamenco, barefoot

and unaware that I cannot dance.

 

Yet I long for a front porch, whitewashed

and weathered, with a swing facing

the sunset and iced tea, unsweetened,

with lemon on the side; notebooks and

pencils and time, unhurried and unscheduled

 

and you beside me, encouraging me

to dance Flamenco just for you.  

 

 

Reviews

[africa]

Such a sweet scene you described there. Most refreshing.

[Tara]

A lovely write. I particularly loved the imagery and the longing you portray so poetically at the ending.

[Tim McGovern]

I love the pacing and line breaks in the first verse.
The message is melancholy but not sad, and ends on a dreamy accepting note.
Over all a very good poem, just the right length, just the right mood.

I did notice that you went into more detail on the place you are as opposed to the place you'd like to be
ie: patio vs porch
It feels as though you are saying the simple things would make me happier.
Not sure if that was the intent.
Nice work and good to see you again

Namaste'
Tim