This was first published in the "Anology of World Poetry". It seems the world is fascinated with anything about Dixie and one needs to have a southern heart to mesmirize the world. Everyone loves "Gone With the Wind", don't they?
Susan
She recalls the silly, insidious jerk
The nuance of pleasure of a mysterious quirk
From eyes that penetrate from across the room
Smiles half-mooned with a passionate zoom
Hair all a mess with blonde springing curls
Draping around eyes of this sensitive girl
Pulled to the sight of a man in a shadow
All trussed in a ponytail, his mane in an ebb flow
Looks like a wolf...perish the thought
"Me, am I Goldilocks?" Dressed out and fraught!
Knees shake to rattle...tremors to nerves
Eyes bold and frightened...dancing on curves
Hands reach...extend...floating the swirl
Taffeta cinched on the bust of this girl
Presenting the orbs of porcelain globes
Seduced eyes of shadows beginning their probe
Floats of two bodies graceful through crowds
Clutching hands weaving as forms take a bow
This beauty to all and stranger to some
Take up this waltz as rumors from tongues
Chatter the beat as pulses festoon
The character of dance and this free flowing room
These two ever friends swirl smiles with their feet
Swinging and turning to a waltz made of heat
Stars seem to drift on fragrant bouquets
For dances with Belles and Rebels with ways
The hoop skirts of lace and taffeta bows
Jasmine in hair that gently repose
The gray of a uniform worn by this Johnny
The eyes of his lady...his bonnie blue Bonnie
He takes in her smile...her nose like a pixie
The waltzes of yesterday...bygones of Dixie
Captivtingly southern, Susan, and the perfect waltz-like structure in meter and rhyme. I absolutely was charmed by the Goldilocks and the Big Bad Wolf theme...and especially the character study of the "pixie from Dixie. Charmed as always, my friend.
Love,
Taylor
As a native Southerner, born and bled dry here, I will swear that you've captured a lot of old Dixie. You have allowed a few truths of the modern South to creep in. This is very good, Susan. 'Tain't easy writing well, anything about 'Taraland,' but you've given us one to savor and chuckle over. - Bill
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on December 3, 2006
I suppose the lure of Dixie land still attracts. The ball reminds me of Vienna somehow. Lovely poem. Victor
Historic romance images that touch right to the heart of the reader. Oh Susan, sometimes I think I was born in another life under the banner of that Rebel flag, perhaps that is why I live in Canada and not the US. Either way I would have loved the honour of a slow dixie waltz with you.
The Borderline Anti-Memory PastBook asks questions a diary does not ask and raises the questions to dialectics and answers them in a way a memory work does not answer questions.
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Ron
Wish I could hear the music to this one!!
Love Tinka
Allen
The waltzes of yesterday...bygones of Dixie
Quite a captivating piece, Susan.
Love,
CJ
Love,
Taylor
Love and peace
William
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