Argentine Tango

November 26, 2007 at 5:38 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 7 Comments
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sudden like a flock taking flight
from a damp river bank
flamingo wings part
and a flutter of involuntary air
(slow as raindrops down an
uncurtained window) is
released into me
more welcome than need
as rivers run into the sea
more pleasure than desire
as birds take flight in her eyes
she smiles and speaks
yet says nothing,


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  1. “Oh that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing”
    Romeo and Juliet Act 2 Scene 2
    And here is an Argentine Flamingo or James’s Flamingo and here are the super smooth and sexy jazz stylings of Bob James’ Urban Flamingo

  2. ‘What of that?’


  3. this is lovely, flamingoes are lovely

  4. The bright freshness of new love.



  5. Not sure why, but I see flamingos

  6. Ginga…as ever…the images that spring from the words on the screen resonate within…

  7. gingatao – now you have gone and done it – new look and all…

    You’re looking great and your writing shimmers and then sparkles and then, what is that – I think I also hear music playing…where do you find such magic…


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