Sunday, September 16, 2012

The Dance...

 


 
Mag 135
Venus and The Sailor, 1925, by Salvador Dali

 
Whirling, swirling,
lost in a sea of dance;
he wooed
she cooed
the dance of lovers
engulfed in a stare down
of one upsmanship;
Her dress flew off
he ditched his shoes
his tango dip
engulfed in pain
as he caught her mid flight;
his siren, his muse
her captive, her prey
but for tonight
just dance...
 




Laurel.  Does this outfit make my butt look big?










 

18 comments:

  1. Lost in a sea of dance...I like that.

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  2. his siren, his muse
    her captive, her prey

    oh what a delicate dance that is...glad they just dance tonight, but what of tomorrow?

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  3. Wonderful response to the prompt, and I love your closing lines: 'but for tonight
    just dance...'

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  4. Your poem far surpasses this painting, in my opinion. You have a real talent for visualizing pictorial images. Great job.

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  5. The poem and the picture both deserve careful study.

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  6. Lost in you beautiful words.. :)

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  7. Something tells me this lovely moment cannot end in dance ... I love your Mag!

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  8. And now I'm caught up in the dance...

    Well done.

    =)

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  9. the dance of lovers
    engulfed in a stare down
    of one upsmanship;

    quite interesting.

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  10. Shame! All that, then all you let them do is dance? Great verse though.

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  11. This is cool , Laurel, you captured the sexual tension beautifully, cheers

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  12. Very beautiful and sensual. Just as we want these dancers to be, tangled and tranced in passion.

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Thanks for visiting my blog. I appreciate all those who share and leave their comments very much. Laurel

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