Divine Service

Concinnity of rapid motion in balance and proportion,
round the ballroom, like the synchronized frequency
of vibration in a crystal quartz. Whirling contortion
of bodies embraced in movement's revealing intimacy.

They are partners. They are dancers. They are lovers
wantonly stoking libido's hot glowing embers;
promenade affirming keen awareness to the vigors
of the steps, footfalls and technique of its pretenders.

Gown and tux attired, passionate accessories to the cult;
merengue, fox-trot, rhumba, abandonment's fertility rites
to gods and goddesses, danced with such elegant result,
they are immortalized in time --- divine service to the night.




Poetry by Brian Oarr
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Written on 2009-02-19 at 03:24

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penfold18
The verses are a choreography in their own right you allow the reader to almost participate in the dance itself, a real pleasure to read.
2009-05-21



I like the intricate end-words of each line. Lots of half-rhymes and in the last stanza all lines end in a "t" sound, excluding the "s" of rites. It all coheres very nicely. I envy those people who can master ballroom dancing. I love to watch those amazingly complex dances they do, for example, in those PBS films of Jane Austen's novels.
2009-02-19


Brian Oarr
Thanks, nep ... rythym was an important consideration in the writing of this piece. I envisioned the dancers engaged in a foxtrot and attempted to incorporate that movement into the verse.
2009-02-19