The Painting 27/03/2014 by adeeyoyo 4 Comments . Subdued colours Weave the painting Slightly out of focus In the smoke-filled room. People twirled In another world On the spinning floor. Only the music Holds them together Tight against each other Until… until… slowly The magic of the music Fades into the night. . ©Denise G Allen, 27 March 2014 07:24 Rate this:Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailPrintLinkedInPocketLike this:Like Loading... Related Author: adeeyoyo I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people! I am back after a break. Thanks for still being here, if you are! Missed you! xxx
27/03/2014 at 2:04 pm
makes me think of a vetriano painting….ah, to hear the music in art….smiles.
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29/03/2014 at 7:39 am
Thanks for commenting, Brian. I think there’s music in almost everything… 🙂
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03/04/2014 at 12:17 am
Smoked filled room. Not many of those these days. Enjoyed the dance.
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04/04/2014 at 5:38 pm
You’re so right, SHO! That was to create atmosphere for the dance. Glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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