The Dance
Lovely music fills the room
attraction wafts like fine perfume
ladies waiting for their chance
will he, won’t he, ask to dance?
There she stood against the wall
beautifully vulnerable at the ball
watching; how she longed to dance
if only someone took the chance.
Couples dancing close and slow
the moon was shy and dipping low
her eyes they met a young man’s glance…
take a chance, please take a chance.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Poets United.
Capricious Poet 
Beautiful poem, and moving image as well. Would love if you could check out my poetry blog. https://poetry2473.wordpress.com
We could follow each other if you like my writing.
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I followed your blog. If you want to try your hand at writing with groups see my side panel “Groups I Write With-Join Us.” We learn different forms, write for different prompts and critique each other’s poems. How long have you been writing poetry?
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Thank you for the suggestion. I’ve been writing for about 2 years now. There were many breaks along the years but it’s been 2 years since I started.
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Happy Holidays!
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To you too; 😉
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nice nice nice
much love…
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Thanks for visiting Gillena love you back!
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Bekkie, it is so nice to see you posting. Love the mesmerizing image which accompanies your poem so well. I can feel her hopefulness. (She must be young and not as old and jaded as I am, LOL.)
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Yes, she has her whole life ahead of her…sigh… It’s great to be posting! So nice to see you again too!
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the poem nicely ends in the ‘will-he-won’t-he’ note with the music remaining in the background…a lovely poem…
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Thank you so much Sumana! Hugs!
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