Cartwheels
Bravery glinting under the sun,Oh Matador
Known for leaving echoes of your chemistry
Flutters like a lingering crimson flame
Fingers trace a fevered line
Performing cartwheels across the floor
In the arena of life
Stories unfold, spins and dips
in perfect flow
Music swells a pulsing vein
Oh Sweet Karoline
Timeless ballad
With her fine
Sense of humour
Makes him righteous
Makes him whole
wsarwmzansipens 
Wonderful poem. In my dancing days, that woman was the rose the man the stem. The man showed the beauty of the woman with the dance moves. The exception was pasodoble — the man is the matador and the woman is the cape.
You think it wonderful? Thank you Timothy
I wished to do something wonderful
Beginning with the matador
And closing with the fine sense of humour
I love how you revere the woman in your dancing ways.
The tango of the poetry adds to your finely tuned metaphoric dance carpet.
Lovely movements of dance its stories more real life stories than ballads about life’s dance floor.
In truths of “righteousness…making whole”
Love the reference to “Sweet Karoline”…I think of the sweet fruit berries by the same name…but I confess that my first instinct was the Neil Diamond song, Sweet Caroline…
Lol, you are so sharp dear poet. Yes i took those lines straight from Neil Diamonds album
Also your interpretation of the verse and impressions of the dance carpet are a delight to muse upon.
I have never heard of the berry before, strangely enough, but will definitely make it my business to look it up.
Thank you so much for speaking to this verse and popping in.
You are very welcome! Thank you for the delightful metaphors. I enjoyed!
Glad that you enjoyed Poet.
Have a lovely Monday.
Thank you!