Her feet float above the stage
as if carried by some unseen force.
From my view among the generally admitted
I can hardly make out the details of her face.
But those graceful movements are so alluring
each subtle step, precise, and all consuming.
She is the most vulnerable of all artists,
performing a dance that demands every emotion soak through her skin.
Each fluid movement pulls from the reservoir of her experience.
Trained from a young age to move agilely across the stage,
bearing the weight of the world upon her shoulders;
My Ballerina has more heart than anyone else on earth.
This reckless transparency, on the stage, is her glory.
Yet in the average corner of existence
this susceptibility to the sun's rays
would leave one suffering the harshest burns.
My Ballerina hurdles from one emotional extreme to another
with the cyclical tensing and relaxing of each muscle.
My Ballerina is a martyr for her art, and a saint among the flock.
A great insight poem to the Ballerina's Dance movements. Abstract in a way. You are very talented. As I read more of your works, I will email you as to my thoughts about them.
A wonderful portrait of the elegance you so appreciate, mind you its hard not to stand in awe when gazing at the petite yet greatest athletes there are... thank you karen
ballet is very difficult to learn because every movement needs to be precise and in sync with the music...good insightful poem..i love dancing..a ten..
ballet is very difficult to learn because every movement needs to be precise and in sync with the music...good insightful poem..i love dancing..a ten..
Sounds like a story and makes you feel like you were there, but what is the reader supposed to get out of it. How are we supposed to identify with it? Or is it not written for anyone else except for the author themselves?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a gracious tribute to a beautiful artist, well written.