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Dancer

" She danced that the way it should be danced. And the way she wanted." -Raymond Carver Eddying in a commotion of color, fall's dispensation of red, green and gold; blended with Zephyrs' mysterious rhythms, an exquisite ballet that never grows old. Spread 'cross the firmament planets are spinning, silently cold and majestically clear; gliding through eons in pre-ordained tempos, gracing the night sky all through the year. 'Shining Light' at the 'School of Terpsichore' a twelve-year old warms up and waits for her chance to show those judges just what this young girl can do, nothing means more than her passion for dance. She dreams of fame and of making a difference, the world is too large and her room is too small. She's too young yet for abstraction and symbol, in time she'll grow, find her place in it all.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 12/9/2008 11:00:00 AM
This is a beautiful poem Keith. Very descriptive and full of imagery. Thanks for commenting on my poem "she dances" Crystal
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Date: 12/7/2008 2:21:00 PM
wonderful, Keith, amazingly written :). hope your well ~Love Sammy~
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Date: 11/26/2008 11:41:00 AM
Wonderful imagry, Keith And thanks for the comment about "Tree"... Patricia
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