Let’s dance, it does not matter who will lead.
Our song is playing, darling, let us follow
the path to summer, move our feet, no need
to worry ‘bout the steps. Come, let us wallow
in expectations of that mid-July,
forget the wintry weather, you and I
we’ll dance away the blues. Come, hear the beat,
allow your heart to skip it once again,
indulge in days of sultry high-noon heat,
come, spin the earth until it spills the rain,
drops reasoning, and falls for happenstance…
Let’s do the same, let’s follow, let us dance.
© 2014 Sasha A. Palmer
Image: William James Glackens. Flowers, c. 1915–1916. Oil on canvas, Overall: 12 5/8 x 9 3/4 in. (32.1 x 24.8 cm). BF594. Public Domain.
I was surprised to see this, as it felt so familiar. Low and behold, it was written a long while ago. Did you post it somewhere else at the time? Love this!
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It’s an oldie, yes 🙂 from one of the Poetic Asides PAD challenges.
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Oh now see? Your words are memorable! ❤
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