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This is a unique poem. It was written by MissyPoem and me using Twitter. We wrote it as an improvisation exchanging lines through tweets using a hashtag #mmpoem. We chose to write it on the public timeline quite deliberately after deliberating because we felt our friends would enjoy seeing the poem emerge through our exchanges. We had no set shape or direction – just two themes – dancing and love. The writing became a dance between us. Our poem is performance art.
In the Moonlight
Her sad eyes shone
only in the moonlight,
she danced beneath
the silver canopy of rain kissed leaves.
Her sadness turned to joy
when she started to dance,
the earth turned to dark green velvet
at the touch of her sweet feet,
no storm could stop her dancing
her desire was endless…
Her nostrils flared greedy for his scent,
she sensed it in the air,
She knew him and knew his pace,
felt him from distances.
The warm air caressed life
into every pore of her skin,
every drop of rain
reminded her of the past tears,
of long melancholy nights
spent walking in the woods
searching, wishing on the moon,
walking on the path of emotions
at the end of dreams
in the moonlight.
Softly flowing water,
In the ebb and flow
Line up proudly
Scorning life on land.
Dawdle to school
to boast of life on water
And a home that floats
Between the city
and the delta;
alike to them
by protective eyes.
She sits weaving
a green spider web,
soft rustles are heard,
a miniature silvery orb
a lotus bloom
to bring peace and love.
A little sestina silliness
She sits with her hands on the window
watching the rain splashing outside.
She spies two fat raindrops having a race
on the glass pane. If the one on the left
wins Mama will buy her a doll, if the right
wins, Mama will tell her a beautiful tale.
Which raindrop will come first and tell the tale?
The raindrops slither and turn on the window
stopping and flowing in streams to the right.
She watches holding her breath, first the outside
one trickles away, but no, wait, it is the inside left
raindrop coming up fast wanting to win the race.
Wistfully looking, she thinks of a story about a race,
she imagines herself as a princess in a tale,
the kingdom with princes and castles is to the left,
she pretends to see dragons out of the window
flying around in between trees in her garden outside
A prince will rescue her from boredom and be right.
It seems that one raindrop has won, right
in front of her eyes, in this fabulous race
while she was imagining playing outside.
The dragon who wins will be kind in her tale
he will understand her and come through the window
To look for a prince over there, on the left.
She sighs deeply and looks at the sky on the left
pondering how she will know if prince charming is right
for happily ever after? Again she sighs at the window.
She’ll make grueling tests and a dangerous race.
She wishes she could a pretty princess in a fairy tale
where it is always summer and sunny outside.
The raindrops are tired, they’ve finished outside,
there’s beautiful rainbow. The dragons have left
with promises to come back for more fairy tales
with scary adventures, where things turn out right,
chasing boredom away, making everything race.
Sunbeams spill into the room through the window.
Now she can run outside, everything has turned out right,
the rain is left behind and she starts an adventurous race,
the prince from her tale is smiling at her through the window.
shuffled pack of cards;
experience and feelings;
with duct tape
through eyes, in ears
with no taste,
All it brushes