Courtesy : A Dash Of Sunny


Tap tap tap

my fingers dance.

Inky words hold hands

and sway in rhythm

attired in many a hue

of joy, sorrow and even anger.

On the luminous stage

they perform and live their dream.




Posted for Sanaa’s Prompt Nights – Dancing is like dreaming with your feet – [21] @ A Dash Of Sunny


Also shared with Poetry pantry @ Poets United


31 thoughts on “Dance

  1. Whistles!! ❤ Oh Sumana 😀 such power such awe even in the brevity of your verse. Especially love the reference to " Inky words holding hands and swaying in rhythm" the magical allure of dance seems to effect our poetry as well doesn't it ❤ Beautifully executed. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support 😀

    Lots of love,

  2. I can just imagine the hurried alterations to the score to produce and even more resounding piece just minutes before they take the stage. Will the audience react as they want them to for their moment of fame as they gyrate to the music? How well the picture goes with the writing.

  3. I love the tapping of your fingers – the dance of writing – also the concept of dance – the sheer expanse of it and joy it can offer us inside..magical!

  4. Oh, you write about that great dance that writers cherish. Those inky words love to sway to the rythm of our thoughts and our tapping fingers. Love this Sumana.

  5. On stage, they live their dream. Offstage, with drugs and alcohol, so often they sadly live the nightmare. You make me feel the pulse of the music and the beat of their feet. I love Sanaa’s prompt “Dancing is like dreaming with your feet”. Rather brilliant.

Thank You :)

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