Jeté or grand jeté,
a brilliant dancer jumping
above his concerns.
Categories:
jete, america, anniversary, appreciation, beauty,
Form: Haiku
The ocean speaks in poetry
Syllables slammed into the sand, sounding out the tides
Like a language uttered by ancient beings
Ripples flicker from the shore, forming words that echo in the crash of waves
Cool, blue-green waters contain the sentences of silent love
Even the wind whispers the condemnation of the structured
The forced strictness of the grammatical,
The drumbeat of raindrops are rhythm enough for the surf
A heartbeat wildly stuttering in a dance of speechless beauty
The grand jete of a ballerina stretching for the sun in the crest of a wave
A quest, unstoppable, for a higher power than gravity.
A music beyond silence yet above sound
A fluent fluctuation in the depths of emotion
A soul surrounded by the stranglehold of purpose
Pulled over the edge of reasoning and into an abyss free of thought,
Free from the confines of the chemical, mechanical, mathematical, logical,
Something that defies the dictates of society
Antonyms that reflect the intangible
Sorrowful joy - memories sunk beneath the spindrift
Lonely love - a bond that will never be broken
Contained vastness - like the ocean beating upon the shore
Poetry.
Categories:
jete, beach, poetry, sea, words,
Form: Free verse
parachute daring
gliding blue skies like a bird
colorful sunset
a lily pad leap
from the house of vivid blooms
frogs and grasshoppers
ballet dancer twirls
ballerina grand jete
multicolored lights
dolphins jumping high
chasing the maroon dawn sun
green waves crest and fall
Categories:
jete, adventure, beautiful, courage, dance,
Form: Haiku
The music goes playing,
One night amid the rain pouring.
Whisper-a-heart, longing,
Akin to pain...sour-graping.
Prayer alone, two feet swaying.
The road stands, toward a-breaking.
The blood runs, hard breathing.
Alone in solitude, a heart is bleeding.
Categories:
jete, 12th grade, emotions, pain,
Form: Rhyme
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:
jete, 12th grade, anxiety, art,
Form: Ballade
BREAKFAST AT VAUGHN'S
"...there are none like thee
among the dancers;
none with swift feet." Ezra Pound, "Dance Figure"
One has seen more than she cares
to tell and would cry if she knew how.
Another banters, known, knows the men,
flirts with "Moonlight Mauve" eyes
and lips hued with the insufficiency of love.
But you, sure at sixteen,
jete', plie', glisse' in the air,
heady with the musk of cooking,
coffee and the day's first cigarettes,
endure the rank flatteries
of rude mechanics in greased stripes
hunkered over your counter,
forking food into their mouths
while their knuckle-rubbed eyes
caress your pas-de-seul.
Categories:
jete, beauty, dance, desire,
Form: Free verse
The Ballerina
Exterior, jagged and mystic
Short body, muscular physique
Reddish brown nappy hair
Shading deep brown eyes
from the sun’s glare
Earrings in her nose
Rings on her toes
Pricks on her fingers
From the sewing thimbles
Walking through the crisp leaves
Small body hidden by the trees
Studies heavy on the mind
Many more stairs to climb
Finally reaching the peak
Tired arms and brick feet
Find life and movement in the move
In the groove
of the ballerina
Leaping and flying across the stage
Posing gracefully in a flower like stance
Shifting her head in a sideways glance
jete, jete, tilt, tilt
Floating through the air like a fluttering feather
A piourette, a leap, arms gracefully waving,
Leaping, jete, piourette, tilting,
Only a ballerina would dare
To move feather like through the air
Categories:
jete, art,
Form: I do not know?
Jokhoni mone pore tomar kotha
nijeke mone hoy boro eka
Fir e ki pawa jaina shey khonta
Mohurto gulu abege gatha
Pagol hoy monta
Jeno shara prithibir asha
Shudhui amar mone e aaka
Kaache jete hoy bhoy
Ekti polok dekha
Abar mone e hobe
aami boro eka
Categories:
jete, hope, lost love, love,
Form: Rhyme
A leap ... jete
a turn ... fouette
in the drama dance
of ballet.
A pas and then
glissade again
choreographed
by the danseuse
in her slippers
steel toed.
Balanced on tarsi strong
beneath her stiff tulle tutu,
she vaults
in an allegro passage
to soar
and interpret the tale.
Categories:
jete, art
Form: Free verse