Fifty or so sweaty women
simultaneously
shaking booties.
What a gift,
what a gift,
what a gift,
to unabashedly
follow the serene instructor’s
busting out moves
in a sequential, tornadic frenzy.
Latin,
African,
and
Middle Eastern beats
toning,
toning,
toning,
every muscle.
Women of all sizes,
shapes and ages,
beautiful
sweaty
women
dancing.
Caution gets
thrown to the wind,
no intimidation,
no self-consciousness,
no judgement,
only
only
only
safe and secure
self love
and
celebration of our
sensual,
powerful
bodies
that feel the ancient rhythms
and glisten
with
joy,
freedom,
passion,
and
love.
Thank you Zumba class.
We truly are all one
hot tamale.
RAW Poems 
I can feel the beat and the power – and I can see the women joyously dancing.
Terrific poem. Welcome to Poets United!
Ah Suzan I can see Sherry has been here already!! Well I thought I would just drop you a note and let you know that I have put this up as our poem of the week. Please let me know if you have any objections. I am in heavy work out mode with a wedding coming up and me and the misses are at the gym nearly every day and witness a lot of what you have written. Although I know this may sound sad but I can’t wait for the New Years Resolution folks to finally give up and crawl back to their couches so I can have more time for myself…lol I know its mean but Ive never liked the January work out sessions they are so dang crowded. My Fiance would smack me for saying that and she would truly embrace your poem. I hope others like it too! Thanks for sharing.
~ Robb
Hi Robb, your response made me laugh…alot!
I am honored to be a poem of the week pick.
Zumba really trips my trigger these days
and wipes away the stress of the day.
And writing poetry does the same for me!!!
S
I also like how you’ve caught the rhythm of the class and painted such a vivid picture of it. Though I couldn’t imagine a “serene instructor” with so much action going on 🙂
I guess you gotta know her…calm and effortless is her style.