English Country Dance

A Poem By Jill Levine Tyler // 6/2/2018

Stand there, dear girl;
Patience doth pay.
Thine eyes will lay,
Choice of twirl.

Ogling softly,
Smile, fair maid!
Thine eyes hath laid,
Thy gaze on he.

All goes well,
A smile will greet,
Two will meet,
Thy hands will dwell.

Apace, dear love;
Claim thy place.
The dancing lace,
Awaits your glove .

Music takes flight;
Soles doth beat.
Hands who meet,
Light the night.

Take her fast!
Lead her down!
Take the bound!
The round is last.

Time doth fly,
Lead her back.
None will lack;
She gently sigh.

Bow, young man;
Woman doth curtsy;
He leaves her be,
To dance again.


The rhythm and rhyme weave

The rhythm and rhyme weave together a sort of waltz-like sway throughout the entire piece. This was enjoyable to read! It is hard to write poetry, but you did a wonderful job with this and captured the mood very well. I liked this part:
Take her fast!
Lead her down!
Take the bound!
The round is last.

"down", "bound", and "round" all fit together really nicely.

Libby | Thu, 06/07/2018

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Therefore, suffer, yes. Be misunderstood, yes. Be shamed, yes. But do not be ashamed. For the joy set before you, take up your cross, follow Jesus, be shamed and despise the shame!" -- John Piper

Thanks Libby! I agree, poetry

Thanks Libby!
I agree, poetry isn’t easy. A lot of the time it’s a mix of keeping the right beat and choosing the right words. But it’s a great tool for expression and can be incredibly beautiful!

Jill Levine Tyler | Fri, 06/08/2018

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