John Bonanni Poet Free verse

Dancer

Leg warmers flop and fold 
Embracing tender ankles 
Adored by suitors 
Ready to heal with bouquets 
And accolades.

Balanced, extended, 
Moving off air,
Like flowers, forever stretching
Kicking up relevé

Like the aromatic main floor of 
An old department store 
at Christmas.
Their limbs like flowers, 
Forever fragrant.

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Caren Krutsinger July 19, 2018 at 4:04 PM Beautifully penned! There is so much advice to parents in here, but done in such a terrific way. Thank you Kjerstine.

Caren Krutsinger July 19, 2018 at 3:59 PM You have set the scene admirably and honestly, and you are right about "not a word to be uttered". The reverence was captured of every moment like this one.

Caren Krutsinger July 19, 2018 at 3:55 PM Robin, it always makes me smile to see how completely in love others are with these delightful beings that somehow know which one to follow home.

Caren Krutsinger July 19, 2018 at 3:53 PM Your imagination has conjured up a delightful poem. A fun read, indeed!

Caren Krutsinger July 19, 2018 at 3:48 PM Smart advice, no. Brilliant!

Caren Krutsinger July 19, 2018 at 3:43 PM Nicely done. I can feel the pain here, and the confusion as to how to proceed.

Caren Krutsinger July 19, 2018 at 3:40 PM "myself is lost to me" - if I had a nickel for every time I felt that, I would be too rich to talk to people. Nicely penned, Tiffany, as always.

Caren Krutsinger July 19, 2018 at 3:35 PM What a terrific ending! Wow! Unexpectedly delightful.

Caren Krutsinger July 19, 2018 at 3:34 PM What a lovely tribute. I say Pete is a lucky man, indeed! A true love here, and it shines through.

Caren Krutsinger July 19, 2018 at 3:31 PM This is a subject not talked about often enough, it should be respected and revered as you have done in this wonderful poem, Lovie.