Russian Dancing
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Friday, April 25, 2003
It’s advancing,
frantic dancing,
Russians drinking
caviar.
It’s proclaiming,
Life’s unarming,
suddenly, he
is a tsar.
It’s romancing,
ever glancing,
Anastasia,
who thou are?
It's a feeling,
Rus’s needing
in Old Times…
the Now is gone.
It’s procreating,
worldly seeing,
in Our Time,
the Why is done…
Erin Moen
4/25/03
Copyright 2003 ©
Love from India - Joel -
very poetic
William
Chrissie
yf
tony
ever glancing,
Anastasia,
who thou are?
I always loved the name Anastasia... I have read a greal about her life and still wonder where and who she really is.. This is a wonderful write..
nicely done Erin!