The Performance

The Performance


The sun brightly moves in its lonely dance
over the sea; the wind’s hand on its waist.
Its coquettish play holds me in a trance
and, for a moment, my pain is erased.

You’re like the light on the waves,
mesmerizing to the eye but not touching.
Insubstantial promises that sparkle
but never illuminate my soul.

With a sigh of regret, I turn and leave
though the beauty of the moment remains.
Perhaps truth will bring peace to my heart while
the sun brightly moves in its lonely dance.

Notes

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Prompt: Image
Form: Dorsimbra
Stanza #1: Shakespearean/Sicilian Sonnet style (4 lines, rhymed abab, in iambic pentameter)
Stanza #2: 4 lines of free verse
Stanza #3: 4 lines of Blank Verse (unrhymed but metrical in iambic pentameter)
The twelfth line is the same as the first.

Thank you for taking time to read my words. I would appreciate it if you took a moment and left a comment. Your reaction, impressions, criticisms, - yes, even praise are all equally welcome.

Ken