Dare to pen a Sapphic verse, with rhyme, Threads of NYC’s pulse, ballet's grace sublime, On neon-lit ledges where dreams dance and climb— A challenge for the poet's mind.
No false starts here. Turned to Olympic swimming another fave. Splash of the past, dip in the pools of life, free strokes to tumble turn ; wait for jacuzzi heat under moonlight. Roller blades glide, Miss Sidewalk jumps over cracks to leave the scene to head for the roller derby queen and crown tour poem the prize of today. Got to love nuance.
Donna Summer’s “ love to love you” so hot writing’ summer in the city ‘ . I am watching Stanley Cup playoff trying to cool off from pirouettes leap and turns down stage tutus tufts and puffs strut to cities cries , taxis car calls no waiting. A ride takes me to the Met at the park. We meet and Art becomes electric as the hockey puck glides flying on ice. Goalie distraction diversion incursion.
Gloria Horton-Young -- She who stirs the Storm: You had said that a certain post was THE LAST. I pushed back, wanting more and . . . quite frankly, more and more and MORE.
Damn, I am glad: (1) I had pushed back; (2) That I keep coming here to find wonderful, beautiful poetry of hot . . . and INNOCENT seduction.
Wow. I love how both sides there work as individual poems, and then when they're read together they form a larger whole. That's incredibly clever. Very nicely done... 😎
Chris, I hadn't realized it before, but now that I've reread it, I see what you mean. It's remarkable that you noticed that detail. I incorporated the distinct white space to create a sense of movement within the poem, mirroring the motion of the couple.
Yes, the space does function in that way, too. It definitely creates a sense of atmosphere, by deftly altering the pace, and making some sections slower and some more urgent. It's very innovative. That's amazing the two sides weren't intended to be separate, though. But the words always know which way to go, and they've done something very special here. It's a fascinating thing... 😎
Coy tail, twitches , tempts to wait for the prey to be closer, the leap in air after a sneak peek around a corner one last time to decide the fate of nuance nipped in the chase to get desired results.
I still love that era!
The best of times! 💃🏻💃💃🏿💃🏾💃🏽
It is memorable.
Challenge conquered! Excellent piece!
Mr. Wotring! Thank you. 😊
The spacing is mesmerizing— wow!
“Each step a spark, igniting the neon ballet,”
What a weird grouping of prompt words, right?!? I barely found a way to sneak “ballet” in there.
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No false starts here. Turned to Olympic swimming another fave. Splash of the past, dip in the pools of life, free strokes to tumble turn ; wait for jacuzzi heat under moonlight. Roller blades glide, Miss Sidewalk jumps over cracks to leave the scene to head for the roller derby queen and crown tour poem the prize of today. Got to love nuance.
Nuance, dear, is like a cat,
Slinking slyly, tip for tat,
Purring truths, not always flat,
In shadows, hiding this and that.
Donna Summer’s “ love to love you” so hot writing’ summer in the city ‘ . I am watching Stanley Cup playoff trying to cool off from pirouettes leap and turns down stage tutus tufts and puffs strut to cities cries , taxis car calls no waiting. A ride takes me to the Met at the park. We meet and Art becomes electric as the hockey puck glides flying on ice. Goalie distraction diversion incursion.
Roller derby, anybody? Anybody? Richard. You are an original!
WOW! That little poem did what you promise. Stir the storm!
*Mic drop* my work here is done.
Correction: "Well.done"!
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Indeed, I do not dare.
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Gloria Horton-Young -- She who stirs the Storm: You had said that a certain post was THE LAST. I pushed back, wanting more and . . . quite frankly, more and more and MORE.
Damn, I am glad: (1) I had pushed back; (2) That I keep coming here to find wonderful, beautiful poetry of hot . . . and INNOCENT seduction.
What more could I want?!
Thank you, thank you! BEAUTIFUL and . . . whew!
I rarely turn down a challenge, a dare or request.
Now I need to turn on the sprinklers and run through them to cool off. Well done.
I’m just hoping there’s a prize 🏆 for hitting all the prompts. ROFL
Let me know how the sprinklers worked for you. I used to do that as a kid and loved it.
Yeh… 😅 Well done. The word spacing is hypnotic.
I think white space highlights words in unique ways. Thank you, RPat.
I taught that the amount and placement of SPACE on the page is almost as important as the amount of text.
It is!
—Space—
gives words time
to settle, to breathe, to preen.
Wow. I love how both sides there work as individual poems, and then when they're read together they form a larger whole. That's incredibly clever. Very nicely done... 😎
Chris, I hadn't realized it before, but now that I've reread it, I see what you mean. It's remarkable that you noticed that detail. I incorporated the distinct white space to create a sense of movement within the poem, mirroring the motion of the couple.
Yes, the space does function in that way, too. It definitely creates a sense of atmosphere, by deftly altering the pace, and making some sections slower and some more urgent. It's very innovative. That's amazing the two sides weren't intended to be separate, though. But the words always know which way to go, and they've done something very special here. It's a fascinating thing... 😎
Gosh. I'm swooning here. This poem takes me back to the 80s when we lived on the dance floor every night. Where did you get the prompt?
A friend of mine gave me the prompt as one of those “double dog dare you” gauntlets thrown down.
There are several writers on Substack that give prompts that are lots of fun.
I love prompts (challenges). Thank you, I'll look for those.
Writing prompts:
Caro’s Writing Perspectives,
Erica Drayton Writes,
Justin Deming’s Fifties by the Fire, Honeygloom’s Horror Haiku Club,
Ivy-Ross Opal’s Prompt Poetry, and
The Fiction Dealer’s Microdosing.
All of really, really fun.
Thank you! This is awesome!
Go for it. Can’t wait to read what you post.
I will. (starts jumping around like a 12-year old) ^^
Very seductive
Coy tail, twitches , tempts to wait for the prey to be closer, the leap in air after a sneak peek around a corner one last time to decide the fate of nuance nipped in the chase to get desired results.
Nice!
Honestly it is so lovely !!! everything the words the spaces the whole of it.
It was a wonderful era really !! Woodstock just announcing it !!
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That is adorable!
PS Your admirer is very talented and has excellent taste.
Your poetic range is amazing. Maybe I shouldn't admit it but I liked disco back in the day. As Donna Summer would say, this is "hot stuff!"