Choreographed Missteps

“Shall we?” she said, and

We were on the dancefloor.

I can’t recall when

She waltzed into my life, but

Here we are; no use

Dancing around it anymore.

The band is kicking off a twist.

Her favorite. The twist.

Memories crowd the room

Like stomping Cossacks, or

Wild, fiery Bailaoras.

Choreographed missteps,

Then one fateful move.

“¡Oye! ¡Caramba! ¡Diablos!"

Cables coil, cymbals vanish,

The band is calling it a night.

Drunk men sway and laugh as

Cigarette smoke wraps around

Slender candles’ flickering light.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Lorry]

Yes Laz.
Life Is a dance and although they look sweet and dainty, I find standing on their foot right from the off works a treat in finding out how sweet n dainty they actually are.
If she does a dainty "ooh, sorry" Then keep her and never let her go, but sadly for me I find most are Connor McGregor wannabes with the temperament to match.
I do give them fair warning though by pointing out they'll regret it as I dance like a rhino being electrocuted, but seeing is truly believing and the whole maiden fair routine goes out the window as they try to elbow my throat into a submission. 😃

[emmajoygreen]

Reads out of tune or out of patience; foot softly on the pedal! Or, on second thoughts, fingers carefully tripping on the strings somewheree 'neath a tree? However or whatever, sir Laz, although there's nary whisper of a finale, you've created theatre with a specifically colourful script:

'Choreographed missteps,
Then one fateful move.
“¡Oye! ¡Caramba! ¡Diablos!"
Cables coil, cymbals vanish,
The band is calling it a night.
Drunk men sway and laugh as
Cigarette smoke wraps around
Slender candles’ flickering light.'

[Chris Shaw]

This scenario plays out like a movie. Really comes alive. But underneath, and the choice of language tells me, it wasn’t the fairy tale it could have been. I am sensing and feeling some hurt. Good to read you Laz.

Chris

[Neha agrawal]

This poem reads like a vivid cinematic fragment — brimming with nostalgia, whimsy, and a quiet ache that lingers beneath the surface.

[Laz K.]

thank you for the insightful comment! :)