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And We Keep Dancing after The Waltz, by Camille Claudel (France) 1889-1905 We are an enchanted ribbon ferried by a tempest. We are one with the waltz. Your nakedness, elegant. Your touch tender with the absence of devotion. This is our time; we are frozen at this moment. Your caress is my prison, your kiss brings pain, your whispers are my judgements, and we keep dancing. I am yours. With you, I am lost in a maze. Without you I grow feeble like a flower without the sun. You are loyal to a rose that is ancient and pathetic. It is like heavy wet vines weighing me down. I am entangled as it rises from the ground and wraps around me. We do a death dance at the gates of hell. I struggling with blackness. I am covered in your scent; the putrid odor of decaying Black dahlias and we keep dancing. I lay my head on your shoulder. I yield like a dying soldier in war. This is our moment. Stay with me. This is our time. Stay. But your betrayal is complete. Remember to breathe. My will is impenetrable; your will is unmovable. And we keep dancing. Your lies clothe me. They are like a rope around my neck, choking me. I am entangled by your truth. We are Paolo and Francesca; we share a kiss in an inferno of deceit. Minos will judge you for your treachery and my anguish, and we keep dancing. The silence of love is worse than the promise of love. Your sensual embrace holds me prisoner to my desires. I will silently reflect on this affair one day, was it passion or a dalliance? Left turn, right turn, reverse turn. I am in a network of passages that lead to my deconstruction. They accompany me to madness. And we keep dancing. Lisa Beard Lisa Beard: "I am a chronicler, an art treasure guide, a lemon pie hoarder, a puppy lover, and a keeper of secrets. That is just another way of saying I am an author, a museum docent, and I work in Client Services in a hospital. The part about lemon pie hoarder and puppy lover is true. I started writing poetry after a bad love affair. I printed a chapbook entitled, Easier To Say Goodbye. It is sold on Amazon. I decided to go back to school, at 61 years old, to get my Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing. I have also printed two additional books, an inspirational journal and an inspirational devotional."
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Jenn B.
3/19/2026 08:46:19 pm
Such a moving description, your poem captures the turbulence and sadness in the love affair between Camille and Rodin. I love the repetition of the phrase, “and we keep dancing.” It’s very haunting.
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Shai James Boyd
3/23/2026 02:17:41 pm
Simply beautiful.
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