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.
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31 thoughts on “Dance”
I really like the metaphor within this Sumana, excellent poem.
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 😀
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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.
You have expressed the energy of this picture very well with your poem, Sumana. I do think those on stage must live their dream.
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!
I like the fingers dancing, and the luminous stage.
Poetry and music are definitely close siblings!
Love this! There are few things as stunning as the sight fingers dancing poems and tales into being. ♥
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.
Very clever interpretation of this weeks prompt…yes words do dance on our pages 😀 XXX
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.
Indeed we poets dance in ink… Don’t we also crave a stage? I think we do..
True.. the poet is only a medium for the words to live and dance awhile..
oh yes, your words dance with energy today! 🙂
I like your dancing fingers too:)
life is a stage, an entertainer gets to feel the adoration of the crowd. It must be a very different sort of high.
A wonderful piece…In especially loved…’Inky words hold hands and sway in rhythm’….what an image
I love how this unfolds–really well done Sumana!
Dreams are like that, every color, desires granted, wonderfully done!
An excellent analogy between the written word and dancing on the stage.
True portrait of the poet and her dance with words. Excellent!
This is wonderful! Love the evocative, nuanced writing in this piece!
Dancing is the most gracious of physical communication. True enough Sumana!
Interesting. As you were writing at a concert. 😀
Great vibe to this piece, the tapping of fingers, the rhythm, I can feel the heat of the dance as they realize their dreams.
I love the idea of the hands dancing as they type/write. They know the steps but sometimes the best step is the one that is unexpected.
Came back for a second read. Still love it.
Wonderful play on the prompt.
A really good take on the prompt,