Toe Dancer

She walks with grace and a high step hear blue bass and treble cleft Her frame is trained for look and pose Beyond the pain of dancing on toes We never guess the hundreds of hours It takes to make a ballet of power The diet the quiet reserved sacrifice Dancing on toes feels like black ice Music so green happy and free Did you know her toes bleed? Until she develops corn and callus Still envelopes pink princess of palace She frolics and flips so effortlessly Need alcoholic sips of her beauty The song is done and we want more Ovation won she don emerald encore

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Paulette Calasibetta

Date: 10/15/2021 5:16:00 PM

A poetic tribute to all the prima ballerinas...BEAUTIFUL! Paulette

Karen Jones
Date: 10/15/2021 5:39:00 PM

You are too kind. Thanks Paulette!

Gershon Wolf

Date: 10/13/2021 12:16:00 PM

I like your revealing glimpse into the obstacles a prima ballerina has to overcome to win the applause and the encore request. Lovely done, Karen! Bravo, Gershon

Karen Jones
Date: 10/13/2021 2:06:00 PM

So glad you like it Gershon.

Rico Leffanta

Date: 10/13/2021 12:02:00 PM

We all admire those who practice until they get it right and then practice making it better! Well said!

Karen Jones
Date: 10/13/2021 2:05:00 PM

Thanks so much!

Chris Green

Date: 10/13/2021 11:10:00 AM

This one dances delicately across the page.

Karen Jones
Date: 10/13/2021 11:54:00 AM

lol hugs