something new

Ive danced many an amusement hall

with their drinks and teas

but I've never danced a dance as this

pulling with such sweaty ease

hidden points of my life

into eruptions as these

I can honestly say I'm discovering

a love like l've never seen

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Dancing into a new love “ with such sweaty ease”….the excitement of it all, the way you express it… in a short sweet poem….
Lovely….
Best
B.

[albee]

inspired by this dance with poetry...with other
lovely trysts of sweet sweaty spins...

[Anuja Sharma]

"I can honestly say I'm discovering a love like l've never seen"- This line hit me in some special way, like you ought to explore something that makes you feel alive. Alive, that you need no one but yourself to stay happy & connected.
Well, I must say, I'm starting my day with such a good read.
Great work albee. I dig it.

[albee]

Yes...thank you for taking me to this poem i wrote nine months ago...the baby of self love as been born!

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

This dance is certainly leading to some unexpected moves. A love is great when it pulls one out of the ordinary and catapults one to extraordinary places and heights. Who needs the regular tea party when we can have a volcanic one? A very unique poem says I. Enjoyed much!

[barleygirl]

Such a well-done comparison done in "dance"! In the dancehall it can seem like the way everyone is engaging is "the way" to engage. But then you find a different dance & it overtakes your poem to such a degree, it feels like the throbbing sensation is drowning out all that dancehall noise & mindlessness. Love your very unique & dynamic way of describing feelings of love. (I get so sick of the standard romantic phrasing!) Love this: "hidden points of my life into eruptions" -- the best "loves" are the ones that bring out the best in us! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[albee]

I was always the lone dancer in the corner...lonely but safe...now I am old and I dance the plant legs rolled dance, to my self... over unknown and unseen roof tops....

[albee]

My little grey cells see it like...Icarus’s solar sails ...searching for probabilities in possibles...the fire blows overwhelmingly...