Learning To Dance – Author D.B. Hall

She smiled gently

her eyes bidding me to come over

so I did

offering her a smoke

so I could see her porcelain fingers

reach out for the cig.


Lighting a match for her

her white teeth and crimson lips

briefly lit by the phosphorous flare.


She exhaled slowly

I found myself doing the same

realizing that I had been

holding my nervous breath.


Tossing her brunette waves

she looked to say something

when I quickly held out my hand

her onyx eyes traveled

from my hand to my eyes.


With a pounding heart

I led this lady out

onto the dance floor

to show her with false bravado

moves newly learned

thanks to mom’s Cuban friend.


We danced to the beats

found ourselves caught up in the rhythms

laughed when we danced fast

and hesitated when we danced slow

we reached a point where it just felt right.


We danced feeling the heat

igniting a passion

we danced through the night

and before you know it

we had danced our lives away.


© D.B. Hall

Pebbles in the Stream

Excerpt from the book Pebbles in the Stream

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D.B. Hall

About the Author

David Hall was born in a small town called Mount Airy (A.K.A Mayberry) nestled in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains which are part of the large Appalachian Mountain chain. His early life involved a lot of traveling with his missionary parents, which involved stints of living in Mexico and Bolivia. His poetry reflects a love for nature and life mixed with a sense of the rustic Americana spirit and sprinkled with a lingering sense of the spiritual guidance infused by his southern religious upbringing. David has always been able to live in the moment enjoying it to the fullest while being able to be separated within himself seeking something more. Poetry is one of those outlets that gives him that something more. The diversity of genres and endless array of topics allow him to dive into poetry with reckless abandon or with fine-tuned precision; whichever is needed. Like a prism there are many sides of David, from the emotional connections when dealing with death, to the touch of the spring breeze on your neck hairs, David’s poetry can put you there.

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