As student I worked at a theater which was a majestic hall,
cleaning between the seats and all.
Wednesday was very special, then a petit dancer practicing her routine,
graceful pirouettes, tip toes, arabesque and grand jete amandine.
Adagio composed with every note and allonge,
silky glittering ribbons in curly cones and flowers by a second.
Boundless gestalt laced in expression of belle epoch, I guess,
flowing in mirror reflected subtlety makes sense in that dress.
Seamless gliding through the air like feathers do,
passionate expressions conspire to and fro.
Attraction in creative love affair tell the dancing story as it can,
sitting in the back row in blue overall with broom and dustpan.
Bonded in this place with love at first sight amazed awe,
many wondering questions become the mind in circling draw.
My imagination was drawing us in this time forever,
wanting to give her my aspiration in all dept by desire.
Then I heard my supervisor shouting very clear,
that we all have to do a job here.
Thank you little ballerina to give me a secret dream,
and painting your companionship in my solitude so keen.
Categories:
amandine, 12th grade, anxiety, art,
Form: Ballade
A warm fuzzy thought
in a golden globe of yesterday
shrimp cocktail
white wine
roast turkey with stuffing
green beans amandine
glazed carrots
creamy mashed potatoes
gravy
rolls
pecan pie
mile high strawberry pie
coffee
Her menu written out
on a small square from a
white rectangular notepad
In a thoughtful script
Black pen strokes
All caps
She carried out the order
with brutal precision
And by mealtime seated at the
Head of the Table to my left
All eyes turned inward
She plucked the praise from our mouths
before we had time to savor the flavor of her
labor
And it was good
So very good
Afterwards she crept into the
Smallest recesses of her Soul
hoping no one would scold her
for being so good
so very good
Thank you for all the wonderful meals,
Mama.
Categories:
amandine, appreciation,
Form: Free verse