[stylist] Prompt- when we dance together

[Robert Leslie Newman]

Lynda

I sure get the sense of the open road on a two wheeled, fast bike. And my
maleness truly reacts to (respectfully speaking) to the lines - The
throbbing steel tank between my legs - Wild rock-n-roll women in masquerade

And I believe I get and appreciate the symbolism of the line- I raise the
first of my  icy cold left  hand  


Thanks (yea Biker Chick)



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From: stylist [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On Behalf Of Bridgit
Pollpeter
Sent: Friday, February 15, 2013 1:04 PM
To: stylist at nfbnet.org
Subject: [stylist] Prompt- when we dance together

Lynda,

I'm not familiar with the song you use, but I'm also not a big country fan,
though I think older country like this is better than most country today,
smile.

This poem is vivid and it really came to life in my mind.

I like your word choice which adds to the evocativeness of the poem. And I
like the pacing too.

You have some great lines, and I related to the subject matter, which I'm
sure we all can.
My favorite lines are:
 We spiral downward  - a  bizarre  fairyland tale.
Wild rock-n-roll women in masquerade
Neon surges through our veins.
on the rough pavement of the dance floor I raise the fist of my icy cold
left hand Reach out to catch the storm.

And oh, you did such a good job at incorporating your lyrics. Like Chris,
it's very organic to the poem. I would have never guessed if I didn't know.

Bridgit

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Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2013 14:06:28 -0500
From: "Lynda Lambert" <llambert at zoominternet.net>
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Whew! My poem is now ready!
First line is from a song - as required.
Some other images from the same song appear in the poem, too.  
I have copied it below, and attached it as well.

Here we go!



"When We Dance Together"

 

When we dance together, my world's in disguise 

Concealed  behind black leather jackets 

Dense  fringes snap in the wind

 We spiral downward  - a  bizarre  fairyland tale.

 

Concealed  behind black leather jackets

I hunker down against the brisk mountain air

We spiral downward - a bizarre  fairyland tale

Wild rock-n-roll women in masquerade.

 

I hunker down against the brisk mountain air

The throbbing steel tank between my legs

Wild rock-n-roll women in masquerade

Neon surges through our veins.

 

The  throbbing steel tank between my legs

with the rumble of Cobra Drags

Neon surges through our veins.

Lean into the slant wind that blows us around.

 

with the rumble of Cobra Drags

We ride side by side, with stars in our eyes

Lean into the slant wind that blows us around.

I raise the fist of my  icy cold left  hand 

 

We ride side by side, with stars in our eyes,

on the rough pavement of the dance floor

I raise the fist of my icy cold left hand

Reach out to catch the storm.

 

 

On the rough pavement of the dance floor

Laughing with the painful gusts of rain

Reach out to catch the storm

Dancing  together  in disguise.


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