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Fri 8 Oct, 2004 05:30 am
He remembered the dance perfectly,
it was etched in stone,
frozen in a photograph.
Waltz, tango, foxtrot,
dressed to the nines,
(parlance of the day)
he and she
cut across the parquet,
shining like two ivory-clad
jack-knives.
He smiled as she knitted.
She laughed kindly
at his bad knees.
Da da da, da da da,
the music played on,
in blissful harmony.
Cav, this latest creation of yours is quite arcane. Is the dance a real one, or is it symbolic?
"....frozen in a photograph......shinning like two ivory clad jack-knives...."
It's sooooooooo different, but that is what a good poet does occasionally--step out of character.
(is navigator a man or a woman?)
Letty wrote:Cav, this latest creation of yours is quite arcane. Is the dance a real one, or is it symbolic?
"....frozen in a photograph......shinning like two ivory clad jack-knives...."
It's sooooooooo different, but that is what a good poet does occasionally--step out of character.
(is navigator a man or a woman?)
I took it as a memory of a literal dance, a symbol for long-lasting love and passion, even when one gets too old to dance. So, both, I suppose. I'm pretty sure navigator is a man.
Cav, I understand now. Lovely.
Know something? A good way to find out about Kelley is to write him a song. Perhaps he can be enticed to return.
Seems to me there's a song called Anyone here seen Kelley. Wanna try it?
trouble is--I can't find the damn lyrics. Maybe you can.
Goes something like:
Anyone here seen Kelly,
K E double l y
Think it's Irish, though. Guess he would mind?
Pfft....we'll make up our own. I have about 2 hours before I seriously need to get my ass in gear, so....
Anyone here seen kelly lately,
the author who shirked the term 'debately'?
A gentleman, an inspiration,
I hope his train has not left this station.
Great, honey. I gots to check on my "missing" automobile. I do believe that I'll have to sell the damn thing.
Later, TO
I salute you for this one Cav. Vary tight verse!
Thanks Kelly. I thought it could be tightened up even more. Let me know your thoughts:
He remembered the dance,
etched in stone,
frozen in photographs.
Waltz, tango, foxtrot,
dressed to the nines,
(parlance of the day)
He and she
cutting across the parquet,
shining like two ivory-clad
jack-knives.
He smiled as she knitted.
She laughed
at his bad knees.
Da da da, da da da,
the music played on,
in blissful harmony.
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