Monday, October 4, 2010

Dance De Luxe


Two lovers dancing in the sky
Pirouetting as they  pass by.
Turning, weaving against the blue.
What a glorious way to woo!
He is gold and he flies higher
Above the object of his desire.
She is silver, she moves below,
Spinning, curving, soft and slow.
Borne on the breeze they hang suspended
Would that their dance would not be ended.
But alas! In time, they'll fall and settle
Proving they're only made of metal.
Filigree metal, light as air,
Entrancing us as they're hanging there.



Your blue eyes smiled disarmingly
Down from the silver screen;
The bluest and most charming eyes
The world has ever seen.
You were sex-appeal personified,
Allied to a god-like grace.
This dumpy addict spent her time
Gazing at your face.
Yet all's not lost, you still inspire,
And we compensate ourselves
When we see you smiling down on us
From our supermarket shelves.
Fame, good-looks, great acting skill....
They were yours and they are gone,
But your efforts for the poor and weak
Will forever linger on.


Gattina said...

What a lovely picture and your poemes are very nice too !
I liked Paul Newman too !
Welcome to the memeless meme !

Kat said...

The poem sensuously matches the dancers rhythm..!!!

Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

perfect rhythms.

Erratic Thoughts said...

Ohh!This is lovely...
Just brilliant!:)