The Poetry Club

The world is heavy drenched in grief,

It’s time for TV’s soft relief.

A single twinkle in the eye

can tilt the earth, can lift the sky.

Not hatred’s weight, but humor’s fire,

A dancer’s gift, a true desire.

Put on your dance shoes,

come take my hand,

We’ll Waltz through dreams

in a ballroom grand.

Tango! calls with a fiery chase,

Two hearts meet in a bold embrace.

Step quick, we twist, we go,

hop-light, then heel-to-toe,

round in the dancers’ flow

round as the music turns.

Laugh-spin, the skirts take flight,

hands clap in mid delight,