Thunder Polka

The thunder polka of a new romance
Began today on my left foot, the one
Believed to lead suggestiveness astray.

True love’s a waltz: it’s measured and mature
Like patience set to action. Dance decodes
The blood, translates the shadows of the soul,
Emotions dipping, swelling at the door
Called “sense.” Romance corsaged my heart and wrists
Again. Will filled my dance card out because
That blinding barrier shores up dreamwork.
Hopes rubbed together. Sanity, once my
Sly chaperone, no longer is with us.

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The featured image accompanying this poem, entitled ‘Sub Rosa’, has been used with the permission of artist, Robert Alan, a mixed media artist from New York City.

LindaAnn Loschiavo

Native New Yorker LindaAnn Loschiavo is a busy dramatist, journalist, theatre critic, and poet. Her stage plays have been seen in the USA and abroad. Her suspense drama “A Worthie Woman All Hir Live” will be filmed this year. Her poems have popped up in PIF, Mused, Chronogram, The Cape Rock, Iron Horse Review, tnr, Italian Americana, etc. She’s tried her best to be Google-worthy.

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