Sunday 11 August 2013

Dance.





Wooden flooring resonates

 The rhythmic tap of the stilletoes

 the reverberations of the live music in the air.

 Sends the adrenaline soaring

 patrons have shelled out a fortune

 for the drink , dance and drums.

 The dancers adorn a mask of

 layered colours on their face

 to conceal the tears and tragedy.

 In return they get paid a dime.

FOR : THE MAG





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8 comments:

  1. Magaly Guerrero11 August 2013 at 09:21

    "a dime" to hide their sorrows... how sad ;-(

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  2. Unknown11 August 2013 at 11:26

    a fortune for them

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  3. SuKupedia ™ :) :)12 August 2013 at 02:32

    vow this is beautiful.. i am going to give it a try too :)

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  4. Tess Kincaid12 August 2013 at 12:58

    Powerful dime...literally or metaphorically...

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  5. Trellissimo13 August 2013 at 03:40

    Not quite a minimum wage?! :)

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  6. Unknown13 August 2013 at 03:53

    Excellent!

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  7. Saru Singhal13 August 2013 at 08:20

    Lovely poem. Could feel the picture in your words.

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  8. Chris Lawrence13 August 2013 at 22:49

    loved this it had a wonderful blend of happy and sad following the rhythm of the dance

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please show some love......

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