Music filling your head, so
intoxicating it leaves you breathless
as you slowly sway to it.
As a gypsy, it captures your
soul and lifts you to such
heights as your feet are one-minded, dance.
You swirl, twirl, skirts flying like
wings of angels as your feet
hardly touch the ground.
Dance until you can't, sheer exhaustion, dance.
A contest entry
- Dance Like a Dervish by CarolDesjarlais.
675 points, ended December 4, 2006, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Seems like you already have the grasp of words that you said you wanted in your comment to me. They're all very drawing in this piece.
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cool
short but really good
remind me of myself lol
u no when ur in one of those moods lol xxx
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Oh can hear it
Nicely done, it captures something of wonderful wildness of an ancient dance.
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