Under endless skies, she wore white
and danced with hips
that sighed
and slid, and smoothed their way to
unheard beats-
beneath the thumping Mexican heat,
he found her
withering there.
And was it fair? No, it was not fair.
But what? What?
What in life ever was? What dream would come?
For them the answer was none, none, none, and
simply never.
She had always belonged to someone else and she would forever.
Note- This poem was written for Poetry Thursday. The first line comes from Brian at Truth is Freedom
15 comments:
Thanks Sara. My poem with your line I'll post on Thursday.
I can hear the music in your poem, the unrequited love. Too late.
Wow, yes amazing how different the inspirations and thoughts from just one line, amazing really. I loved teh imagery of the lady in white dancing to the mexican beat. I could see that, such a strong image.
Very vivid, alive, musical. Brian's line was good, your poem's as good.
I liked your last three lines. Good work. I used your line in my poem. Thanks for sharing it.
I used the same line, interesting to see the different directions we took it in!
For some reason it brought to my mind illegal aliens crossing the desert border, rather than impossible love. Perhaps it was "What dream would come?" Compelling in any case.
Nice poetic voice!
What is poetry Thursday?
My writing and art blog are not on Blogger so maybe I am out of the loop?
...Rob
'danced with hips that sighed'..lovely visions from this and a great poem..thanks for the visit..madd
p.s. sorry blogger is keeping me anonymous today..maybe a good thing..lol
I love this, Sara especially the first section of it.
I love the way the questions swirls into the poem. I love the idea of belonging merging with the '' never '' and its recurrence in the last few lines...
beautiful sara.. and thank you so much for your kind words, all writers and poets and approximations thereof are lonely and lost but some times words such as yours become lanterns which lead word mongers like myself towards the horizon if ever there was one...
your friend
shakir
This is great. The first part flows so well.
great use of the line. very nice poem. I can almost ehar the music
The last line is beautiful - it triggers ideas for an entire novel. Very nice.
this is an especially fun poem... not so much the subject matter,, but the manner in which you transcribed it on to the page... i really like it....
This is great! I have a very vivid image, maybe of a fling, or maybe a provocative woman who is in love with seducing, but also with her lover.
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