Dance of Tears
She tiptoes on the brink of lost love,
Her world declining open emotion
While an orchestra echoes her sorrow--
Alone, the ballet dancer curls
Not a bright face appears-- just teardrops
As the crowd stands in pealed ovation.
Contest
Copyright © Ashley Conte | Year Posted 2017
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment