Argentine Tango
November 26, 2007 at 5:38 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 7 CommentsTags: poetry, writing
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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“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
Comment by gingatao!— November 26, 2007 #
‘What of that?’
Transporting.
Comment by jo— November 26, 2007 #
this is lovely, flamingoes are lovely
Comment by Crafty Green Poet— November 27, 2007 #
The bright freshness of new love.
Rose
xo
Comment by Rose-Dewy Knickers— November 27, 2007 #
Not sure why, but I see flamingos
Comment by Crushed by Ingsoc— November 27, 2007 #
Ginga…as ever…the images that spring from the words on the screen resonate within…
Comment by Natalia the Russian— November 27, 2007 #
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…
Poetman
Comment by 1poet4man— November 28, 2007 #