I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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19 April 2016

Twisting Again

I yell the words, twist in my chair
swivelling my hips like I did that year;
that teenage summer

when truth was clear,
youth was everywhere;
so was love, my dear.

(Then, my hair 
wasn’t white but fair;
my feet danced on the floor.)


Written for dVerse Quadrille – 7: twist






20 comments:

  1. Oh, Rosemary! I love this. I love the echo of the lyrics found throughout, in subtle ways. I love the memory of it, and the descriptions. So well done.

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    1. Just rolled off my pen (keyboard). Lots of fun. :-) (Oh yes, and I did do that in my chair, to the video posted at dVerse, as well as this one.)

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  2. My feet danced on the floor too...woohoo for youth and love, smiles ~

    Thanks for joining us ~ Glad you had fun :-)

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  3. Oh this is just great, I love how memories made you dance..

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  4. aw...teenage twisting...love the sprightly spirit here...

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  5. What a vivid and vibrant image! I'm there with you. In fact, I can remember my dad teaching me to twist with a towel.

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  6. Ah to be young again! Great bit of remembrance.

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  7. Man, I love this:

    "swivelling my hips like I did that year;
    that teenage summer

    when truth was clear,"

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  8. Oh yes, I was there, too. Your 44 words dance well.

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  9. I was with you in these 44 words. Fortunately, in my rejuvenatement period, I can still dance on the floor, twist and shout -- just not for the duration of youth. But, come the day when I'm sitting in wheels, I do believe I'll be chair dancing like this wonderful lady :)

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  10. The lyrics of our youth. Life was a dance then, wasn't it? Perhaps it's safer to chair-twist today. Not so hard on the knees. ☺

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  11. I loved that dance--so many good times. Not good for old ladies though--ha!

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  12. Gayle Walters Rose20 April 2016 at 14:37

    I love that you yelled the words and danced in your chair, Rosemary! The spirit is still there. :)

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  13. Memories are made of this! I wonder if I regret being older though? One achieves a different rhythm, I'd like to think.

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  14. Twisting in the chair, much safer these days!
    Bekkie

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  15. Let's do the twist...I dance in my chair when a song comes on the radio..

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  16. I love chair dancing too! And painting dancing when I get the chance. Your poem is so cute! Love it! Hugs, Rasz

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