Dancing All Alone

She dances alone...

She dances alone… (Photo credit: Neogene)

I’m dancing all alone
To sleepy syncopation
Every slide and step just seems
A singular innovation
The sweep of saxophone
And I’m dreaming of the night
I’m just dancing all alone
It’s a kind of sweet delight

I’m humming to the tune
As I turn and dip and sway
All my losses and my sorrows
Seem to gently fall away
It’s a sexy and slow rhythm
Which is heard best on my own
It’s not even my decision
I’m just dancing all alone

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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15 Responses to Dancing All Alone

  1. Jamie Dedes says:

    Sweet! 🙂 A bit poignant …

  2. ptero9 says:

    When I was single, I used to love to dance around my apartment alone. It was a way to be in the music that is very different from singing or playing an instrument. Your poem reminded me of that time! 🙂

  3. Me too….must be our cold medicine kicking in! 🙂 This was beautiful…I hope you are feeling better, Sis! 🙂 ((dances off–alone))

  4. lala1966 says:

    oh this reminds me of a long time ago. I need to get back in shape lol

  5. I bet it wasn’t a tango. 🙂

  6. boogiestu says:

    The things that go on behind closed doors 🙂 I’ll never tell lol

  7. Noora says:

    Helen!!! This is awesome piece.

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