Written for: Poetic Bloomings2 – Prompt #256: Same Old Song and Dance
“We ask you to write a “dance” poem. It could be about a specific type of dance, or just the art of dancing itself. And whether we’re dancing on eggshells, or dancing around an issue, our chance to dance can be inspiring in itself. So put your best foot (and poem) forward, and show us your moves.”
Now no one can dance
like Fred Astaire
effortlessly, as if by chance.
He tapped alone
or with a glamorous partner–
Ginger could hold her own.
Dancing with a cigarette
dangling from his lips,
he never missed a step.
In film he danced on a ceiling,
top hat perched on head
so real, he had you believing.
No one dances like Astaire
although there are attempts are made.
They simply cannot compare.
Love those
Old Movies
Such Soul
They Employ..:)
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Nothing like an old black and white.
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Yes! And every line
Sounded more like
Poetry..:)
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