THE TAP THAT DRIPS LIKE AN OLD FLAMENCO DANCER

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Open Poetry #37

THE TAP THAT DRIPS LIKE AN OLD FLAMENCO DANCER

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since 2006-04-29

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0 posted 2006-04-30 12:05 PM

THE TAP THAT DRIPS LIKE AN OLD FLAMENCO DANCER

it is not
the tap
that drips
like an old flamenco dancer

it is not
the undulation
of kicks
from the chorus line
of a crumbling house

it is not
the repeated chaos
that is the tarantella
of work and commerce

it is
that I dance
at all

for many times
I have travelled
beyond
the halfway point
on a road
that never ends

andtime
aftertime
aftertime
aftertime

I return
to you
and the tap
that drips
like an old flamenco dancer

The Lady
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-12-26

Posts 7634
The Southwest

1 posted 2006-04-30 12:58 PM

"andtime
aftertime
aftertime
aftertime

I return
to you
and the tap
that drips
like an old flamenco dancer "

This poem has a wonderful rhythm. Makes me want to dance... or cry.

OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

2 posted 2006-04-30 09:17 AM

I have often been made extremely aware of the miracle of aches and sorrows and troubles creating great beauty. This is one of those times.

And again, the structure is superb.

Just one criticism - I'd hardly call a tarantella chaotic - but perhaps you are alluding to the frenzied part of "chaotic".

Keep dancing (literally and/or metaphorically), no matter what - and even more, keep writing (and posting here).

- Owl

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