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by Cristy M.This is how I remember it aloud:
"We were all this (fandango)!
How it exciting it was to be in it.
And, then...for that whole 'then,'
the pressure of the seasons'd
smushed us together like
great big walls of stone, and
all this was so (fandango)! How it'd felt
a lightning bolt and we both seized
like epilectics experiencing a
the strobe-effect of Christmas lights,
and it was like that every-time until
the end of it (fandango)! as sad as it was.
Back then:
the brides/grooms of flirtation
met upon a Spanish-tiled floor
where we lay listening to records
and tapping our toes (fandango)! to
each other's toes, making music of our feet,
a kismet of (fandango)! like it'd been
writ that way, it was cryptic.
It was really swell to like him.
We had it like we ate the night,
like lions stalking prey every-time
and then we'd dance (fandango)! Leaving
across the street together hand-in-hand
like we'd been pasted together in
kindergarten art class on Valentine's Day.
Such a pair of glasses were we."
12/05/2007 Posted on 12/06/2007
Copyright © 2024 Cristy M.
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 12/11/07 at 02:22 PM Beautiful and unusual from beginning to end. Rich in associative meanings, as the fandango is historically a courtship dance, very repetetive, (repetition such a feature here) and yet, with strong variations, as in this poem... and passionate. This gives the sense of a remembered conversation, time in a relationship, private, and yet here ... shared, though with still keys and locks intact for the lovers... wonderful! |
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