My first thread. I am going to post my poems here. Some are from high school while others are new. If you want to hijack go right ahead. I will post my poems here regardless of how strange it gets. Grammer checkers are welcome. Spoiler: Gypsies Dance Hair the color of snow white Dancing she flows through the night In gypsies garb, she spins by A slight flush on her face shows her shy A hesitant step a spin there Her skirt twirls in the air Many colors reflect within The pale diamond-ness of her skin She leaps and spins once more Then bows her cascade of cloth touching floor Her beam of a smile in wide lips. She kneels over and collects her tips. I'm tired now so I will post more later.
Okay, now I'll stalk you more... I like your poem, but, I feel that this image is a bit contradictory/unclear: You say that she's receiving tips, but, there's a shadow of doubt about the nature of the dance that she's doing - she's dancing in the night. So, I'm asking myself.. if she's dancing for tips, why dance in the night? Anyway, leaving aside my own question, I really like that poem. I'm waiting for more! (And, again, I really like your avatar).
Maybe. But, what type of scene? That's the question. On a scene... Tips? Oh, someting like a spectacle that's set up late in day, after a day of hard work or on holiday/special occasion? Anyway, I'm watching this topic and I'm waiting for more poems. Thank you for sharing them with us!