Last Dance
Swing Your Seasons Do-Si-Do!
no longer held back
~- cavorting—~🍂 prancing 🍁—~ Flying—~!~
Dressed for a night out.
_________________Bolt⚡
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Lightning Bolt ⚡
Bolt ⚡ aka Bill, a bizarre bisexual bipolar alliterative epileptic Taco Bell Futurist 🌮, an Aquarian oddball w/ a malfunctioning brain. ↯ 🧠↯
I write comedy, poetry, sci fi, & horror.
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Comments (9)
I guess falling autumn leaves are like a square dance in a way. Good job.
Another lovely haiku. 🍁
You are definitely a pro at poetry. I love this autumn poem of yours, Bill. I hope it wins 🏆
Loving the playful subtitle. I love how you played with your vocabulary in the third line. Then for the fun finale. A night out dressed in leaves, my mind went over the top. Someone should make an autumn leaf dress. Loving the imagery here and where it allowed my mine to go. 🤗❤️
Nice take on the challenge
Leaves doing the cha cha, and why not. Good one, Bill.
I love the way it dances across the page.
Uber-flyy! Go Bill! 💪🏾🤣🧡🍁
Beautiful and whimsical. Love it, Bill! 💖🌟