The Dance
She danced with the
brevity and depth
of a sumi painting
Brush stroked
passion
across her face
A pearlescenct
abalone shell
on a windswept beach.
The completeness
of her craft etched
in unexpected arabesque
Honed purpose
the delicate lines of
her body
In beat with
the sound of taut leather
across a worn water drum.
10 thoughts on "The Dance"
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I really like the way this
Sounds and feels. The painterly nature of it and the shape really work well.
Thank you. I am pleased the “painterly nature of it” came through.
I feel these images of “the dance” strongly–so much beauty in your imagery!
Thank you. I appreciate your kind words.
You paint with your words, this made me want to dance.
Thank you for your kind words. I appreciate the connection to painting.
The form matched the dance of this lovely poem.
Thank you for your kind assessment. I was not sure about the form, so it is good to read your words.
This has such movement and sound. Movement comes from the form as well as the images. I love how concise you are with your wording! Beautiful.
Thank you, Sylvia. This means a lot.