Naked Ballerina

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  Under the cool Summer’s rain

      fluttering as if a dryad’s 
                  pixie
    ‘mongst the Oak and fern
       cooling from the heat
            and beaming 
                    me

              eve’s ballet
          turned tremulous
            ‘pon mine me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Chircop Avatar
August 17, 2015 at 11:26 AM
These eyes of mine are filled with an enchanting imaginative scene.You re so good at portraying images through words.
Lamoureux Avatar
August 14, 2015 at 8:57 AM
You had me at the tile, it was a most delicious imagiining.
Duncan Avatar
August 12, 2015 at 3:25 PM
Your poem reminded me of the movie Eve's Bayou, A 1997 movie. Love the rain, thank you for reading my Sin City poem. I wrote it after seeing a commercial on TV. Have a good day :)
Breidenthal Avatar
August 9, 2015 at 9:08 PM
I've read this one a while back before... very interesting...Perfect word choice... you've got the fascinating imagery and the most titillating words to describe such crazy moments. It's fun to fantasize on your meaning. Always, Laura
Babcock Avatar
July 27, 2015 at 5:22 PM
Lovely visual on this gem of a poem James. love phyl
Horsman Avatar
July 27, 2015 at 3:30 PM
I too, love the visual here, love your poetry James..so classical.
Muideen Avatar
July 22, 2015 at 5:20 PM
A great penned here, love it..........A.M.
Onclaud Avatar
July 22, 2015 at 3:23 PM
truly visual, james... you painted this really well... huggs
Austin Avatar
July 22, 2015 at 3:04 PM
Coming 'pon such a scene mine knees get weak. Love it. Love, daver
La France Avatar
July 22, 2015 at 7:56 AM
James, a dreamy, magical write, a fluttering 7 and thanks for visiting my poem, I had to get low ....yes it's a true story that happened to me when I was young and knew everything and my parents knew nothing in my opinion, and they never asked me why but just took their lost little bird back into the nest. I heard recently that George died of cancer , after all he did to me my heart still hurt ...
Guillermo - Fraser Avatar
July 22, 2015 at 12:02 AM
weeeee.. love the first line but the whole picture is so magical.. =')~Olive ELoisa
Kendrick Avatar
July 21, 2015 at 8:19 AM
Very good poetic quality work..Not sure who the ballerina might have been?..Sara
A  Avatar
July 20, 2015 at 10:01 PM
hello James, wow, I'd do the same if I was a Pixie.... No looking!!! LOL........ LOVE SKAT
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