The Dancer Poem by Charl JF Cilliers
The Dancer
Rating: ★5.0
Would she ever admit
the dance is an illusion?
No, she would never think to quit,
allowing the slightest intrusion
of a watcher’s habit
of confusion.
Nor would she sacrifice the art
to that confusion ever present in her heart.
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: dance
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5/3/2024 12:59:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Dancing is a performing art and as an artist she may be loyal to her art. Beautifully expounded. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
Thank you for your response, Ratnakar! Best wishes Charl