Dancing in glee

Brown girl,
Dances in glee
Dances all night.. all day
Dances by the bay..
Brown girl dances in glee

Wouldn’t you stop,
For a while and just see ?
Shes been wanting,
For someone to just be
Brown girl, dancing in glee

Nay do not look at her torn shoes,
Nor at the worn out laces
Oh random faces,
look at her over bright smiles
Do not, look into her eyes
Lest, you see a tear
The oft hidden,
gut wrenching fear
Ah do not stop and leer
She is not a beauty
Do not look at the holes
In her skirt,
Do notice how it unfurls,
Like an umbrella that she never had

Sir? Will you stop ?
Madam please,
Won’t you ease?
Linger awhile
Look at her jive
All the doors are closed shut
She has no money but..
She will dance all night
Will you open the window?
And show her some light ?
Will you spare? A penny two dimes?
I am sure you wont miss it
Cant you do your bit ?
The rain doesn’t seem to wait
For her lively gait
Do open your window

Can you feel the wind blow?
feel the tingle down your spine
Do open your window and see
See her legs intertwine
This girl dancing in glee….

Note: This poem is loosely based on the prompt at : POEFUSION . Mostly, it seems inspired from “Another Day in Paradise” A lovely song I am sure most of you have heard it!


  1. Hey thats a nice one
    Loved the way you’ve turned conversation to poetry

    And the dance must be a real happy one

    Ps Blog updated

  2. Winnie, this is beautiful. I would definitely be one who stopped to watch her dance as I love to watch someone dancing. Thanks for sharing. Have a nice day.

  3. “Do not, look into her eyes
    Lest, you see a tear
    The oft hidden,”

    I think that was the most touching part of the whole poem.. wonderfully written!

  4. Beautiful 🙂 This poem really makes me want to stop and stare at the dancers I generally never care about!

  5. Oh lovely, just that!!

    the delight of the dance and the quietness of the moment.. !

  6. Dancing can be such a release for both the dancer and the observer.

    I do love the story you told.

  7. a disturbing work: I liked – but also felt humbled – the part where you talked of the holes in her shirt yet how it unfurls. The part where you talk of her over bright smiles and hidden tears is equally moving. May thy poetic contribution last beyond life’s middle-aged twilights!

  8. never mind: as a friend of mine says, an incompleteness is sometimes good to a work of art. i do not say that to encourage you or something but i think sometimes it is better to have a bit of lack…

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