Still Dancing

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.

Image Source via Google Images/Pinterest

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.

(Β© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason, 10th July 2016)


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.

32 thoughts on “Still Dancing”

  1. 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. πŸ™‚ Happy dancing, and reliving old memories, Upasna. Glad that my piece could give you some joyous nostalgia. πŸ˜€

  2. 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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  3. Whistles!! Oh my freaking lord πŸ˜€ 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,

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