200th Blog Post - Vienna Waltz

Well, do you believe it?  This is the 200th post for TVFH, which began as Cinnamonblue's Blog.  Started during the Bush II administration (I thought of calling it "Outrage du Jour"), there are still lots of things to be very concerned about.

This poem was inspired by the recent protest in Vienna against the Academy Ball held there. .And guess what?  Today is the birthday of poet Langston Hughes, so I guess a poem is indeed in order.

Vienna Waltz

We hear the waltz calling

Its 3/4 rhythm and stringed melody

Not content to bounce off ballroom walls

Find their way into the pulse of the streets and the murmur of breezes

Calling us to the dance,

No ball gown or black tie required

Just come as you are

Whirl your way through the night

Until the last notes fade at dawn

Because four walls cannot muffle the music

Nor constrain the dance

The waltz must find itself alfresco

Where we can all dance under a more magnificent chandelier

Than any ballroom can boast –

The stars