Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

 Midnight,

Moonlight dancer,

Mystic,

In the silver light,

Upon the shore of love's ocean,

Both of us caught up

In the mystique of our music,

Sounds speaking to lovers

Who hear the same song.

Through her,

It becomes a love song in motion,

Telling me with the movement of her body,

Touched and guided by

The music in her heart,

What she sees,

More...

What she feels.

Gently wrapped in softness,

Billowing,

Flowing to her steps,

Hips sway,

Breathing deeply with the music,

The emotion,

The moment of the dance,

Turning to me,

Warm loving eyes,

Dancing too with the offer of her art,

She is poetry in motion,

Music made a love beyond words...

Arms inviting,

Drawing me in

So deeply

I never want to leave her side,

Never be where I cannot see her,

Watch her in her dance,

Done not only for me,

But for both of us.

Copyright November 28, 2023 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: dance, dancer, donovan baldwin, love poem, poetry, poetry in motion

 Unsure of lewd display she turns

To hide the fire which within burns,

Wishing her flames could be set free,

But frightened of her fate if he...

Should see her naked secrets bared,

Oh, what she'd do if she but dared,

The liquor feeds her inner fires,

Sets loose lascivious desires.

Lashed about by inner storms

For him she dances and performs,

Naked goddess of temptation,

Body story, dance narration.

Face flushing and her breasts on fire

As the madness drives her higher,

She falls, he catches, arms around,

At last she knows her freedom's found.

 - Copyright November 22, 2023 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: breasts, dance, donovan baldwin, naked, poem, poetry

Original poetry by Donovan Baldwin, poems about dance, dancing, dancers.

I fragile as friable rock,
Reduced to powder,
Carried away by
Transparent water,
Burned by the earth's
Tongues of fire,
Seeking beauty
Within my limited
Sphere of vision,
As she, object of my desire
Dances, writhing serpentlike,
In ancient ritual
To an abandoned harmony
Which only
She and I can hear.

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All men once were boys,
Boys will become old men,
Girls need canes and walkers
When their hair grows gray and thin.

Enjoy it while you've got it
Dance the dance and sing the song,
Make the best of what you're given,
Cause you'll not have it long

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bare limbed she dances
this voluptuous woman...
proud before my gaze

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she hears music play
a song for two to dance to...
she dances alone

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touched by dawn's fingers
body lit by the sunrise...
dancer in the wind

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dancers in moonlight
aware but of their partner...
as the music plays

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clad in moon's cloak
she dances into my arms...
we kiss the cloak falls

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though dancing alone
she feels his arms around her...
coveted embrace

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She is a secret thing,
Of fantasy and dream,
Phantom figure in the
Back corners of my mind,
Swirling dancing woman,
Eyes bright with the heat
The music and the fire
The wonder and the wine,
Timeless dancer, her face
Smiling across the flames,
And the span of ages,
As she dances ancient rituals
The artlessly seductive way
Women have known since
First a man and woman
Desired each other
Naked outside of Eden.

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trees sing in silence
mighty hymns but few can hear...
dance in their stillness

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your shadow dances
there among the dying flames...
burning memory

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we dance as lovers
our most unrestrained desires...
acted to music

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I saw her dance
Never trained,
Yet so natural in
Movement of her body,
More in time to some
Inner music, than,
The rhythmic beat
That others heard,
Which faded before
The sensual music
Of her body,
Playing to ancient
Rhythms, causing both
Her and I to smile
With open pleasure.

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Often dance, more than art,
Is a celebration of life,
An acknowledgement of
Body and soul
Given,
Trained,
Practiced,
And...
Set free
To express its
Desire,
Exuberance,
Love,
Gaity,
And even...
Debauchery,
Lust,
Desolation,
Uttered plainly in movement
To the fullest extent
Of feeling and emotion.

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Original poetry copyright March 2021 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: dance, dancer, dancers, dancing, donovan baldwin, dream, haiku, poems, poet, poetry

Original Poem By Donovan Baldwin

Each time she looks at me
I hear wild distant music
Something from another
Ancient place and time
When fire and passion
And a mystic dance at
The edge of darkness
Resolved itself into an
Intimacy in the shadows
Beyond the reaches of the light.

Labels: dance, donovan baldwin, fire, music, passion, poem, poetry

By Donovan Baldwin

AWAITING BLONDEL

A writer's self banishment,
Poet walled within his mind,
Pacing restlessly back and forth,
Measuring the dimensions of his cell,
Where to fit on stones and into corners
Memories of brightness and laughter,
Tumbled images glimpsed momentarily,
Between his bars of solitude,
Awaiting the song of an itinerant minstrel,
Come to ransom him, and take him home.

NOTE: One legend is, first narrated in the 13th century, that he played a part in the discovery and release of King Richard I of England from his imprisonment (1192–94) by the Holy Roman emperor Henry VI. Supposedly, according to legend, he traveled the countryside singing part of a song he and Richard had written, and found where Richard was held when he heard him sing part of the song back.
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slow dance in moonlight
barely move but to caress...
body to body

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my mind reaches out
intangible caresses...
somewhere she blushes

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her colorful soul
shining bright with light and love...
hidden for so long

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sacred demeter
goddess of fertility...
kneel at her altar

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When alone in the woods
As the moon plays tricks with
Light and shadow among the trees
And the wind makes darkness
Come alive in sight and sound,
I find it easily understood how
Our ancient ancestors created
Myth and legend peopled with
Strange creatures glimpsed,
Or so they uncertainly believed,
But not understood, and deities,
Created from wisps of imagination,
Gods and goddesses crippled with
The fearsome frailties of man.

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neath tree's umbrella
lovers hiding in the rain...
sharing wet kisses

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call me elixir
fill yourself with my sweet love...
until it's my turn

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arms wrapped around you
kissing the back of your neck...
your sigh asks for more

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cursive from nib pen
meaty words weightier than...
ball point capitals

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contemplative pause
dawn's cup lifted to my lips...
night flees with my dreams

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Labels: Blondel, caresses, dance, Demeter, donovan baldwin, King Richard, kissing, poems, poetry

By Donovan Baldwin

each small step chosen
with most intimate intent...
she dances to me

the dance part of her
in each movement and each look...
so naturally

these ancient movements
arising from within her...
from cave to condo

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ripened by nature
matured with age and knowledge
this loving woman

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poetry and wine
most arousing bedfellows...
for one or a pair

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So many blues
Looking over the bay,
As a storm moves in,
Sky and water,
Clouds and horizon
Its own mixture
Of moving steel
Separating
Ocean,
Earth, and
Heaven
From each other,
While part of all.

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i touch each old tree
recording remembering
boyhood manhood life

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gaze into my life
alone i array myself
in armor i need

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i hear the night wind
old friend come with messages...
your words as whispers

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performing artist
hands and lips deftly at work...
me her masterpiece

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i would tuck you in
whispering bedtime stories
softly in the dark

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begins with a look
then her touches and kisses...
arousal begins

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Art: Painting, Seductive Dance by Louis Icart

Labels: dance, donovan baldwin, haiku, my life, night wind, old trees, performing artist, poems, poetry, storm, the bay, wine

By Donovan Baldwin

body full of love
she dances to ancient tunes
carnal melodies

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our words wrapped round us
we become old poetry
read by young lovers

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There were times and places,
Moments of mad exhilaration,
Headlong slides downward,
Into deep black depression,
Yet, soldiering on, I moved,
One step at a time into,
This future me that I have
Become, made by myself
And those deadly things
Nietzsche warned about,
Which could not kill me.

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to hear wind and rain
the timpani of the storm
playing percussion

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words pressed to bosom
she speaks back to me with looks
that tell me she knows

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glimmering pearl beads
resting on her rising breasts
inviting my gaze

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my thoughts are of you
even though so far away
your caressing words

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we shocking lovers
innocently indecent
affectionate lust

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dance with me once more
our warm bodies tightly joined
feet barely moving

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Art: The Muse Terpsichore by Johann Heinrich Tischbein

Labels: bosom, caressing words, carnal notes, dance, dancer, donovan baldwin, haiku, mad exhilaration, old poetry, poems, poetry, wind and rain, young lovers

By Donovan Baldwin

steamy bolero
an internal orchestra
pounding in her veins

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Upon her tangled bed
One woman orchestra
Within her pleasure pit,
She, maestra,
Elicits sharp notes,
Wrung with pleasure,
Deftly fingering
The exact spots,
Making the most
Exotic music
As her lips play upon
A silent flute.

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i am filled with you
quivering at your touches
even while apart

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find you in nature
you are the wind touching me
everything i see

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it's about feelings
bold tastes and hot touches shared
our hearts' sensations

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make my offering
within her body's temple
altar of venus

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i raise my banner
planting the stiff staff deep
in mount pleasant

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she plays melodies
fingering delicious notes
on a silent flute

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i float upon waves
undulating sensations
from her caresses

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you are part of me
your name's written on my cells
eternal essence

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yummy confection
warm and savory dessert
she serves up with love

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no perfect body
she does not bribe my desires
yet my heart is hers

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spooning warm honey
lifting a loving dessert
a charming hot bun

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Labels: bolero, dance, donovan baldwin, Mount Pleasant, nature, pleasure pit, poems, poetry, tangled bed, Venus

it's so transparent
the gown i picture you in
i can see your love

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As poet I have neither
Morality or scruples
Time nor direction
Nor other limiting
Dimensions which
Constrain or restrain
For I must put down
Naked emotion and desire
In trust that each reader
Will understand my
Poetic lusts
And forgive me
My innocent sins.

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place my words on you
guide them instead of my hands
to give you pleasure

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and if she craves more
still has not been satisfied
i'll be there for her

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i decorate you
most immodestly in ways
to inflame desires

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our eager bodies
tangled within silken sheets
let's sin together

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between our touches
beneath tender caresses
we become lovers

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how feral it feels
this desire for your touches
hot animal pleasure

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old lips not cold lips
loving experienced hands
and a well trained heart

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you ripple through me
unending force of nature
blending our beings

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I left you alone too long,
Too lonely alone too long,
And coming home,
I found you did things
Without me.
And I was
Embarrassed,
Afraid I had hurt you,
But, you looked at me,
Invited me to join you,
And I did,
And you did it alone
Together with me,
And I never left you alone,
Too long again,
Because it was more fun
Doing it with you,
Everything.

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dance of your blossom
entices this humble bee
craving your honey

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Copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: blossom, caresses, dance, donovan baldwin, pleasure, poem, poems, poet, poetry, touches

By: Donovan Baldwin

What happens when you dance?
When the music enters you,
Shows itself in your face,
Your movements,
The swirl and sway,
The bend and reach,
Of your body,
Ecstatic joining
Of dancer to dance,
To music more
Than notes on a page,
Or orchestral tones...
When music, dance, and you become one?

Labels: dance, dancer, donovan baldwin, poem, poetry

By Donovan Baldwin

Dance for me, Salome,
Move in that fabled way
As you once did for Herod,
Demanding all he had to offer,
For your reward.

As you did him,
Make me insane with lust and want,
Push me to the place,
Where all else fades,
But you...

And nothing matters,
But my dark desire for you...
Woman...

Who can rule my heart,
Capturing its beat,
Within the movements of her body,
Stirring it with,
Designs drawn with hands and arms and legs...
Illuminated by
The dark lightning of her eyes.

Define my existence,
With just a look, a word,
A move.

Dance that sinful way for me,
Show me the steps which lead
To Heaven,
Or to Hell...

Just one time.

Dance for me that way...
Salome.

Labels: body, dance, dancing, desire, donovan baldwin, Herod, lust, poem, poet, poetry, Salome, sin

By Donovan Baldwin

POET NEVER A DANCER

A poet,
I never thought myself a dancer...
Yet,
That thought evolved,
Watching the swirling beauty,
Listening to the beat of the music,
Played for/by the ultimate performer,
Nature...
And then you came,
As, I wrote for you...
To you...
About you...
I realized...
I was dancing.

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FRANCE IN DARKNESS

Small French villages,
Shuttered and dark,
Sleeping as they have for centuries.
My bright eyed buzzing insect
Propels me through a place where,
In dark of night,
Time itself seems to sleep,
Yet, I have no time to tarry,
So, press on, leaving history behind,
To the Calais ferry.

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ICONS OF ME

Icons, logo images for me?
Pen and dumbbell.
Pen, pre computer keyboard writing instrument for making marks on paper.
Paper?
Look it up.
Old school poet.
Dumbbell?
Double meaning...
Sweaty guy lifting weights...
Old school exercise pre machines,
And,
Dumbbell...
Allegorical.

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THE WAY YOU KISS

I love the way your lips open,
Full, ready to be kissed,
Your tongue slides gently across,
Wetting them in anticipation,
As your heavy lidded eyes gaze into mine,
Your face turned up as
Our mouths meet,
Tongues greet,
We breathe as one,
Lost in the moment of the kiss...

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WORDS

Words are great,
Wonderful.
I live through my words...
Yet...
It's the sweat on my face,
The ache in my muscles,
The tiredness after
Workout or walk,
That really reminds me I'm alive...
Thinking, writing, dreaming
Are a lot of my life,
But...
So is movement, work, effort...
Pain.

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MR FATHER'S WEEKENDS

Weekends,
My father would play,
Records.
Operas,
Classics,
Sitting in a chair,
Mourning a lost time,
Regretting the absence, of
These old friends.
I too,
Sit, listening to the moon,
Hearing waves upon the shore,
Reaching for your hand,
Regretting your absence,
With all my heart.

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NO MATTER WHO I LOVE

It doesn't matter who I kiss or love.
It only matters that I do.
Don't tie me to the conventional,
Because love doesn't understand,
Or recognize,
Restrictions or rules.
Anyone can be THE one,
Right time,
Right place,
Right person,
Love,
Right?

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YOU WALK IN

In a quiet moment,
Poetry, soft music, and wine,
Sunset glow through the window.
You...
Walk into the room,
Clad only...
In my pajama top...
Carelessly buttoned...
Quick smile at me...
Across the room,
Straightening something on your way
To the kitchen...
Art...
Beauty...
Love.

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I IMAGINED YOU

I imagined you,
Long before you happened.
I wasn't surprised by you,
Just surprised that you were real.
After all, someone so perfect,
For someone as strange as me,
Would have to be imaginary...
But...
You exist.
Now...
If you only knew that I do too...

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NEATH THE LOVER'S MOON

Soft music fills the night,
Moonlight fills the room,
Brushing silver on your body,
It's gleaming highlights,
Dark, luminous shadows,
Sweetly glowing mounds
With deeply royal tips,
Begging to be explored,
Claimed for love,
Neath the lovers' moon,
As the music swells
To a climax.

Labels: dance, donovan baldwin, France, poems, poetry, you

By: Donovan Baldwin

DANCE FOR ME, SALOME

Dance for me Salome,
Move as you did for Herod.
Drive me insane with want,
Push me to the place,
Where all else fades,
Nothing matters,
But my desire for the woman,
Who can rule my heart,
Define my existence,
With just a look, a word,
A move.
Dance that way for me,
Just one time.
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THE MOVEMENTS OF HER BODY

With the movements of her body,
She can kill a man,
Or...
Make him want to live forever...
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GYPSY DANCER SUNRISE

When scarlet and gold
Of sunrise or sunset is just right,
I can smell a campfire,
Hear the cry of plaintive violins,
The claps and cries of the dancer,
As she whirls, her brightly decorated skirts
Flaring, sharing the exciting beauty
Of night, fire, music,
And her dance.
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CALLIOPE

Calliope,
A wondrous word,
Which, by its sound produces
Image of a mystic lady,
In flowing robe,
And...
Somewhere in the darkness of
The woods behind her,
A flute...
Played by skillful hand,
Perhaps...
By Pan himself.
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SEDUCTION

She seduced me...
Walked into my life,
Was who she was,
And, without trying,
Made me fall in love with
The reality,
The totality
Of her...
Not her fault,
She cannot help being
The woman she is,
Any more than I,
Can help loving her...
The woman that she is.
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I MUST TOUCH YOU

Can't help myself...
I MUST touch you,
With my hands,
With my body,
Each contact of flesh to flesh,
Electric,
Sending and receiving messages
That say "I love you..."
Again and again,
In a thousand words
In multiple languages
That the body can speak
Touching every possible way.
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FAVORITE SEXUAL POSITION?

My favorite sexual position?
"Yes."
That's always the best position to take.
Of course,
"More... please..."
Is a nice one too.
It's important to take a position you believe in...
And stick to it.
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SHE CAME AROUND THE CORNER

You never know
Who's going to walk around
The next corner of your life...
Could be the one
You've been waiting for,
The one who makes it all...
Worthwhile...
Finally...
Of course,
It CAN be a LONG wait.
But,
You never know...
Maybe today...
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FADED MEMORY

So long past,
That even memories of the memory,
Started to fade...
When...
A woman I had imagined
And given up on,
Walked in,
Sat down,
And listened.
Too late?
Maybe not.
Is "ever" too late?
Not as long as I am still alive.

Labels: Calliope, dance, donovan baldwin, gypsy, love poems, Pan, poem, poetry, Salome

By: Donovan Baldwin

What is our dance?
A waltz, foxtrot, tango...
It matters not
Tempo or step
As long as you and I are partners,
Within each other's arms,
Within each other's heart,
Locked in happy embrace,
Lost to the world,
But for the music
Of life's dance,
And each other.

January 7, 2019

Labels: camille claudel, dance, happy, poem, poetry, the waltz, waltz

By Donovan Baldwin

I watch her in my mind,
As she dances for me,
Body beautiful in
Its loving movements,
Arching, swaying, speaking,
Of freedom, happiness, joy,
And love... offered
And accepted,
With smile,
As she dances,
To our hearts' song.

October 2018

Labels: dance, dancer, donovan baldwin, freedom, love, poem, poetry