Beat of Three

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub
Meet The Bar Waltzing  (posted by Bjorn)

. . . Thinking of the beat of a poem, like a waltz . . .


I attempt to count to three
as you try to teach
the rhythm of waltz to me.

You move your feet so lightly
as if you dance on air.
My movements are unsightly.

Oh how your feet will throb
from my heel's imprint,
a hazard of your job.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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22 Responses to Beat of Three

  1. It’s all about the cha cha cha~

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  2. rothpoetry says:

    A beginning dance instructor must go home with sore feet every day!! Very nicely done Sara.

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  3. Helen Dehner says:

    Pity the dance instructor … pity! Loved this Sara …………..

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  4. SelmaMartin says:

    Teaching. It’s hard work but very rewarding. Thanks for the poem.

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  5. Ingrid says:

    I dance exactly like this, treading on toes as I go! But you danced up a treat with your words 🙂

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  6. 😀
    Perhaps dance instructors should wear steel cap boots like builders.

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  7. ha ha ha! Nice touch of humour! Very nicely done.

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  8. Grace says:

    Oh well, it was fun at least, smiles.

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  9. Beverly Crawford says:

    Some are fleet of foot, and alas sme of us are not!

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  10. Beverly Crawford says:

    Some are fleet of foot, and alas sme of us are not!

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  11. I think I would refrain from dancing with anyone wearing stilettos unless I have my steel capped shoes.

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