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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






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20 comments:

  1. De Jackson19 April 2016 at 09:18

    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. Rosemary Nissen-Wade19 April 2016 at 09:30

      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. Grace19 April 2016 at 09:48

    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. Arcadia Maria19 April 2016 at 11:03

    Very lovely.

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  4. Sherry Blue Sky19 April 2016 at 13:25

    I love it. So vibrant.

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  5. brudberg19 April 2016 at 14:39

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

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  6. Sumana Roy19 April 2016 at 16:51

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

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  7. Kim M. Russell19 April 2016 at 17:44

    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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  8. Unknown19 April 2016 at 22:39

    Ah to be young again! Great bit of remembrance.

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  9. ✿19 April 2016 at 22:50

    Man, I love this:

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

    when truth was clear,"

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  10. vivinfrance20 April 2016 at 01:16

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

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  11. lillianthehomepoet.wordpress.com20 April 2016 at 02:49

    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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  12. PattiKen20 April 2016 at 04:37

    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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  13. Victoria20 April 2016 at 06:27

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

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  14. Other Mary20 April 2016 at 09:45

    Rock on, Rosemary!

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  15. 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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  16. Petru J Viljoen20 April 2016 at 18:50

    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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  17. Bekkie Sanchez21 April 2016 at 01:42

    Twisting in the chair, much safer these days!
    Bekkie

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  18. Truedessa21 April 2016 at 10:11

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

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  19. Robin1 May 2016 at 09:00

    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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