Sharing this poem with The Poetry Pantry at Poets United, and with Open Link at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. And also with Prompt Nights (Dance).
Dedicated to one of my best friends, who is a wonderful dancer, and also soon to be a mother.
Still Dancing
She loved to dance
To express herself
In ways words never could
Left so many awestruck
Listening to her feet
Dancing inside her now
A beautiful baby
Nonchalantly kicking to her
Childish voice, a song
Impromptu, without words
Now nearly ready to arrive
Giving her a new joy to cry
In my first ever Write Tribe Festival of Words, I had written poems in 7 different forms. This is my 4th Festival of Words. I’m not having a particular theme this time, but I shall travel down memory lane and revisit some posts I had written inspired by Write Tribe prompts. On this first day, I’m writing an Acrostic poem, a form I had attempted at the first Festival of Words as well.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason, 10th July 2016)
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.
I’m sure you friend will be extremely happy reading this. Nicely written and captures the dancer’s essence as well as the life that grows inside her.
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She liked it, Sreedeep, and she was happy. 🙂 Glad you liked the poem.
I think this poem is representative of a lot of women. It certainly is of me. I remember those dancing days.. 🙂 Great piece.
Thank you, Mimi. 🙂 Glad that it was nostalgic for you.
A nice acrostic poem Leo
Thank you, Chevrefeuille. 🙂
Vinay, Your words and picture brought me the memories of my childhood when my Mother admitted me into Kathak classes as she knew I would love them but My father was reluctant and I had to leave it with a sad heart. You have ticked my mind today and now I am thinking to join the classes again. I will, soon. Thanks a ton.
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If it appeals to you, then I think you should too. 🙂 Happy dancing, and reliving old memories, Upasna. Glad that my piece could give you some joyous nostalgia. 😀
a heartfelt acrostic…listening to her feet is so very Indian…beautiful…
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Yes. 🙂 The sound of the anklets is so Indian, I agree. 🙂 Thanks, Sumana.
And so the dance continues!
And so it does, Rosemary. 🙂 So it does.
Dancing gives voice to your feelings so well and hopefully baby will take the hint be adept as well. Beautifully done Leo.
Yes. 🙂 I wonder if the baby shall. Will have to wait and see, Old Egg. Thank you.
I’m convinced the baby will grow up dancing too…
That would be nice, Bjorn. My friend would like that, I’m sure.
Absolutely wonderful piece! It has given me the first proper smile in weeks, bringing back memories of my own joys 😀 XXX
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Glad that this poem could give you some cheer, Gina, and that you could time travel via your memories. 🙂 Thank you.
I love the celebration of friendship in this poem – perhaps the way in which we dance changes with time and circumstance – but once we know how i hope it remains with us forever
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Thank you, Jae. 🙂 I’m glad I could celebrate our friendship in the poem too. 😀
What a poem of joy! So many good reasons to dance.
Yeah. A lot many reasons. 🙂 Right now, it’s her heart that’s dancing though. 😀 Thank you, Mary.
Whistles!! Oh my freaking lord 😀 this is an absolutely incredible acrostic Vinay, especially love images of “now nearly ready to arrive, giving her a new joy to cry.” Beautifully executed. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Thank you, Sanaa. * takes a bow *
Glad you liked the acrostic and the images there. 🙂
That is so beautiful, expressing herself through her dance what words couldn’t express. Artists have their own language don’t they? 🙂
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Yes. They do. A language not many others understand. 🙂 Glad you liked the poem, Dashy.
So sweet, Leo. I love that her baby is already dancing, too!
(Sherry Marr recently posted… No Words)
I love that as well, Sherry. 🙂 I think she does too.
very nice, clever too
Thank you, Julian 🙂
Nicely done acrostic! Always a fan of your poetry 🙂
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Thank you, Babby. 🙂 Glad you liked the poem.
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