A Wistful Plea

Words float on the wings
of mist over
pasts of  Avalon and
yet still distant farther
under chiffon walls
of crimson and nectar
as baited notes pass by

toes elevated above drops
of passion and fervor that
fall from lips that never speak
waltzing through time-frozen clouds
where the mists will never touch

take my hands to
hear the unsung songs
and know that here is where I dance

come…
and dance with me.

Reviews

[Jennifer Marie Theresa ..]

I love the imagery and the feelings in this writing. Just dancing and dancing as everything passes by. Exquisite.

[Poeticpiers]

The picture would inspie a thousand poets.Your words aroused in me felling of serenity
they dance a genteel minuet

[An owl on the moon]

Your words transported me to a place of profound peace. There is such a tenderness and beauty that flows through each line, blending perfectly together into a picture of rich, deep hues. Waltzing through your words...

[R J Askew]

Like 'words float' can see them, also 'baited notes'...who cld not follow either? Ach, and 'the lips that never speak' ... now THAT is wistful! All we have to do is shut our eyes, board Imagination Airways and we are there. A poem of total escape to a delightful dance studio.

[Ken Simm.]

As subtle as the chiffon it speaks of. As right as the words it says. As lovely as the wings of messages it sends.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Such a beautiful piece... a little bit mysterious yet romantic... overall very enchanting.