with red tapping shoes
which tell the old stories
as well as the new
through morse code if you listen
through passion and flair
through frills like no other
those shoes tap to the fools
they all listen with envy
to red shoes all aglow
the red shoes dance to melodies
none of them know
they hypnotize all
who dare look their way
they burn through the memories
discreet, mysteries
So beware the red gypsy
and those glossy red shoes
they tell all the secrets
while she dances in style.
A Lady's Life
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Have a great day!
lovely words...beautifully crafted lines!
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem & photo. I love the thought of Morse code through the tapping.
ReplyDeletekalyan - thanks
ReplyDeletenice to be given a topic to write on lol
mama zen - thanks
ReplyDeletejacqueline - many ways to send secret messages
ReplyDeletejust be inventive lol
Yes, yes, yes! What a dance. Beautiful poem, my friend.
ReplyDeletethanks Sandy
ReplyDeleteI have some free time and a new iPAD so I'm blog hopping. I LOVE this poem and every girl should have at least one pair!
ReplyDeleteLove you, my friend.
butterfly - ipads are fun
ReplyDeleteI agree
I love red shoes :)