The Flamenco Dance (Complex Poetic Form) Comments

ingenious write by wonderful imagery and metaphors,

very vividly potrayed..!

I was quite taken by your poem. You've put the magic of flamenco dance, music, movement, into words... Terry

Marvelous. After a long interval get the poet with her own space of filling dark a bit. Beautiful imagery and smooth its penetration to an imaginative global panorama where distinct the mark of footsteps of a poet not male by gender. 1] From the soul to dissolve The dancing sounds detach From the soul to dissolve 2] Hands becoming wings In their shadows on the wall, Red becoming black and Black becoming white, Motion vibrating the guitar's string, What more the story tells, I don't bother, but the diction of good poetry brings me a nice planet of poetic breath and flavor. Thank you very much.. ...Regards, pranab

Old men have faces scorched and cracked, Shirts dazzle white in the moonlight. I specially like these two lines much.Old men are busy weared out with strokes and heart attacks-weakened nerves and muscles.Thats the reason their faces are scorched.They do not have insurance to pay Ärztin praxis maglas so for their teeth only they long to dazzle with velvet smoothy feeling shirts.Moonlight and the aura of music has taken their senses away to die in the arms of flamenco.They only hope if the feelings from sensations could be as under Undone Her shadow let loose treading black The weight began: Collapsed flesh Jowls hanging from her jaw Breasts sagging to her waist Corpulence as a landscape sea of belly terrain of hips She could not sleep lying down She'd suffocate

Really nice poem. I always love this kind of poem. This is my favorite style of writing poems.