Dragonfly Caprice

Green Dragonfly (public domain)

He lifts in a jeweled grazioso
afterwards he hovers above the leaves.
His iridescent wings ostinato
when he flashes an allegro reprise  --
darts lively, then dizzily starts to weave
dazzling con fuoco designed cadenzas
marked next by his rallentando segues
ending in opalescent mazurkas!

Definition - Caprice: a tendency to change one's mind without apparent or adequate motive; whimsicality;

Posted for Gemma Wiseman's article on Huitain
8/16/2012 @dVersePoets Pub FormForAll

Paganini Caprice No. 24

Two Tied Triolets - Evolution of a Dance

ZAPATEADO

© Aline Salazar - Flickr Creative Commons

 The ruffles and the fan drape memories
Dreamscapes lost in the navel of the moon
Tapping out spinning sunlit histories

 The ruffles and the fan drape mysteries
Knighted horsemen's new world discoveries
Blood tied and heated red as cannas bloom

 The ruffles and the fan drape melodies
Dreamscapes lost in the navel of the moon

*The name Mexico - means "navel of the moon" in the native languages of Mexico's Indians.

FLAMENCO

Then, Stomp and leave the Aztec masks on walls 

When Spaniards tap lost heart-blood of their veins 

Guitars strum Astilan while star fields fall 

 Then, Stomp and leave the Aztec masks on walls 

 Espagna designs woven into shawls 

Children clap and chase trails of bordered trains 

 Then, Stomp and leave the Aztec masks on walls 

While Spaniards tap lost heartbeats in their veins 

 *The Flamenco evolved from the Mexican folk dance - 

the Zapateado (sah-pay-tay–áh-do)

taken to Spain by early Spaniards where it became Flamenco.

* Astlan, to which I added the "i" for an extra syllable and I think it's 

pronounced that way, is the Aztec word for 'paradise'.

© Gay Reiser Cannon - March 2012 - All Rights Reserved

Dans Le Jardin

My photos from Les Jardins du Luxembourg - Paris - 2009

Nearing twilight
by the balustrade
I behold the gravel path below
carved crystal cylinders sing
carnations and chrysanthemums
crimson hues cry gold-
en leaves from trees.

Fountains spray rain-
bows on violets and jasmine
a cockatiel squeals
trilling a procession of marble queens
royalty attired not so fine as peacocks'
plumage nor so much as sparkling jewels.

I see you in the shadow of the maze
you're not alone and although I can't see
her, your body croons so much
beseeching her with madrigal feats.

Our little girl in a golden swing winds
wide and wider circles with her feet
while she warbles words of a king named
Kubla Khan with silver notes swayed sweet.

In Xanadu did he betray a wife's rhapsody
And fall for the romance of a courtesan's
lay?

(c) Gay Reiser Cannon * 2011 * All Rights Reserved

My photos from Les Jardins du Luxembourg - Paris - 2009

Dans Le Jardin by beachanny