A young homeless couple
living below the poverty line,
among the sirens of despair
Dream of stepping lightly,
waltzing on the cliff of hope,
high in the rich hills of midnight
Moving to the rhythm of the universe,
to the song in their hearts
to a light show down below
Slowly, in their own time,
giving each other their hands,
they find their desires
Discover themselves, their passion
in the City of Angels, dancing
like Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire.
Crow On The Wire 
Beautiful poetry, there is always light at the end of a dark tunnel.💕
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I think you captured a moment that we all, deep down, could happen in the lives of these people. The cynic in me says it doesn’t, but he romantic in me says it does.
Interesting choice of narrative viewpoint/perspective. I would challenge you to write this poem from their perspective, giving them a bit of internal voice–because I do think you’ve captured them well.
When I say challenge, it is more of a thought than an actual challenge.
I enjoyed the piece.
Thanks, Anthony for your insight. I’ll consider it. 🙂
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Beautiful 😊
Glad to come across this anszing blog!
Thanks, Natasha. 🙂
“In their own time…” I really enjoyed that line. I wish I could explain in detail, but I may not give it justice.
I enjoyed this poem.
Thanks, Reggie. I’m glad. You don’t have to explain when something resonates. It’s an emotional reaction. 🙏🏻