Carnival in Rio


I feel the sound, the rhythm, and the beat.
Spinning dancers moving through the night-
we should join the drumming of their feet.
Swirling figures slippery from the heat,
pulsing drum beats swell at the sight.
I feel the sound, the rhythm, and the beat.
Twisting, twirling, sensuous bodies meet,
hips sway ecstatically to pagan rites.
Let us join the drumming of their feet.
Listen, it is the music of the street
laughter floats skyward like joyful kites.
I feel the sound, the rhythm, and the beat.
Strangers, graceful figures, touch and greet,
gliding to the tempo 'til morning light,
swaying in unison like rippling wheat.
We have joined the revelers in the street.

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As a child, I lived with my family in Brazil, returning to the United States when I was twelve. We went to Rio de Janero for Carnival every year. Pulsing music and twenty-four-hour dancing in the streets are a powerful childhood memories of mine. I am seventy-four years of age, and I enjoy all forms of creativity. I paint watercolors, enjoy creating new and interesting dishes for my family, and I have taken up prose and poetry writing. For me, poetry is like painting a word picture.