delightful
she balanced her body's substance
of stardust and shadow
delicately
on bitter point of
that pin
in glimmered dance
breathtakingly
delightful
to a music universe
plays on and on
in perfect rhythms
her feet followed each
chord's phrase
as falling rain
caused concentric circles
to glow
as afterthoughts
she smiled for those
who could
see.
vcp
6 December 2010
Comments
I absolutely adore this poem,
I absolutely adore this poem, more so that is written back to back with 73rd Street.
To be able to write poems of truth, delicacy, imagination and beauty and clout is indicative of how well-balanced the poet is... otherwise we are *stuck* in a certain genre, even if it is wonderful music/poetry. Humans need a variety of foods, few of us live on air alone.
Love.
~Anna
Anna,
Anna,
Thank you so much~!
Victor