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Last Dance
by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
Thursday, August 25, 2011
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Last Dance
By La Belle Rouge

New Year’s Eve, great music, candlelight
I wore that sequined, midnight blue gown
form fitting, sheer lace bodice and sleeves
A little overindulgence with Captain Morgan
floating on a sea of pleasant abandonment
You were handsome in that dark blue suit
Sweet Man, you smelled criminally good
You held me close like you had long ago
we danced most of the cold night away
made love as if it was the very first time
Laughter, breakfast at dawn on the patio
I will treasure the memory of that night
If I had only known that much too soon
walkers and wheel chairs were waiting
and the future was deprived of dancing
If I had known it would be the last dance
we would have danced much more often

8/25/2011 La Belle Rouge

Music "The Dance"


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Reviewed by Dark Knight 10/13/2011
Romantic poetry at its best
Reviewed by D. Vegas 9/7/2011
Beautifully layed out as only you 'Belle' can write!

Reviewed by jude forese 9/1/2011
upon following the steps to this poem i am reminded about the wonders of the last dance and the realization it should last forever ...
Reviewed by Liana Margiva 8/27/2011
EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
Reviewed by Mr. Ed 8/26/2011
A memory truly worth treasuring.
Reviewed by Karen Palumbo 8/25/2011
Awwww, why is it we can never see what is around the bend until it smacks us in the face when it is too late? We all need to grab life and ride the wave as if it were the last and never let go...

Be always safe,
Reviewed by Vivian Dawson 8/25/2011
Angel Whisperings in Your verse!!
~La Belle Rouge~
Stop and Listen to these words
of wisdom...we must, for a life
worth living!!!

Lady Vivian
Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather 8/25/2011
you never see the "moments" coming;maybe you have to try to bring the best pieces out of everything.....Morgan
Reviewed by Felix Perry 8/25/2011
This poem is bittersweet for it so brings to mind that we have to treat every moment as if it were our last and know and enjoy that kind of love, I can't see a wheelchair stopping it
Reviewed by Jon Willey 8/25/2011
time stamps out our lives in incessant increments we hardly even notice -- a second at a time -- until the minutes, hours, days and decades have flown away in an irretrievable flight of sunsets -- guard each moment and spend it wisely --"if I had only known that much too soon" -- here and now are all we really know -- whatever happened to forever? -- Belle you sent a lightning bolt of icy sentiment through me with this beauty -- I bid you love and peace my dear friend -- Jon Michael
Reviewed by TONY NERONE 8/25/2011
As always pure loveliness from your pen. GOD BLESS YOU, sweet lady.
Reviewed by Lonnie Hicks 8/25/2011
"floating on a sea of pleasant abandonment"
Loved this line, loved the poem, loved the sentiment and expression.
Reviewed by James Johnston 8/25/2011
Having read all the reviews, I feel a need to publish my reaction to this poignant reminder of my earlier non-dancing days. Never dreaming that one day I would be ensconced in a wheel chair, residing in an independent living establishment, I passed up many opportunities to dance the night away. I lost out on dancing, mainly because I was a guitar player in a Western band and was unable to dance and play music at the same time. What a dilemma! Looking back, after reading your treatise, I should have chosen DANCING, followed by a perfect union of our hearts and bodies with Eros. Aaah, the disastrous road I chose! Blessings, La Belle Rouge, Jim.
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 8/25/2011
Sad but meaningful and compelling, Belle. Thank you for sharing and for the reminder to enjoy every moment. Love and best wishes,

Reviewed by Richard King 8/25/2011
There is a lesson here, we should all heed. There is no slowing down time, but enjoying it enthusiastically during it's passing leaves much less room for regret.

Nicely stated, thanks Belle, Dick
Reviewed by Amber Moonstone 8/25/2011
This is so bittersweet, Belle. Yes I sometimes feel off balance and wonder if it is from being tired or maturing...

Much peace, love and light,
Reviewed by Rose Rideout 8/25/2011
People don't think that it could be the last dance, you have placed a wonderful message in here La Belle. Great writing.

Newfie Hugs, Rose
Reviewed by Ronald Hull 8/25/2011
So wistfully tragic. I am immediately reminded of the Donna Summer song. I'm sure this is a real event from your life. If not, forgive me, because it is too real for so many, including my parents–my father was a great dancer–made my mother jealous every time he danced with another woman. He is gone and she uses a walker.

It is also reminiscent for me. That time, long ago, when my twin brother invited my girlfriend, Jeanie, and I to a roadhouse where the band could play anything. The place was so crowded and I could hardly stand. A friend offered me a stool and was upset when I refused, not knowing that it would be very difficult for me to balance on the stool without falling off.

Jeanie requested, “Lady in Red,” and we tried to dance on a dance floor so crowded there wasn't room. She always held me up at times like this and made me look good, we often got the “clap,” when dancing alone in clubs. Somehow, while being in a perpetual fall, I danced better than I walked. As I recall, that was my last dance.

Jeanie keeps asking me to sign her up for “America's Got Talent.” She needs a video and is working on it. She still dances whenever she gets the chance. I do a bad wheelchair boogie.

Reviewed by Christine Tsen 8/25/2011
This is radiant, what saves everything is the connection.
Beautiful writing and so tender and personal, slicing right through to the truth of love.
Reviewed by Walt Hardester 8/25/2011
"If I had only known that much too soon
walkers and wheel chairs were waiting,"

Beautiful sentiments knowing it is the fate of us all.....
If we live long enough.

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