Monday, November 11, 2013

HAVANA DANCE


her soul trembling and forlorn
surrounded by cracked walls
and salsa rhythms
she sees his shadow

driven by broken hearts
encircled by gnarled beats
and a lost lover
she feels his shadow

her soul tremulous and stiff
enclosed by a rusty past
and memories lost
they dance

photo by Edgar Degas


9 comments:

Other Mary said...

Ah Wayne, you've caught the mood of the picture perfectly.

humbird said...

I feel the shadow in your poem...~ Thanks for visiting and commenting on my blog.

Tigerbrite said...

An shadowing verse for a shadowy picture. well done:)

Jinksy said...

A picture full of shadows - and you saw them all...

Tess Kincaid said...


Ah, the dance of memories...

Karen S. said...

I see them still!

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Helena said...

A fabulous word and picture combination!

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