He flitted
She glided
Across the stage
Towards the other
To entwine
And embrace
Beautiful music
Defining
Their souls
As he stretched
His arms
And she soared
In dance
They were whole
He had no leg
She had no arm
But together
They were
More complete
Than any whole
any one
After reading the last word my immediate thought to describe in one word what you captured is "Fractured". As looking at a beautiful picture in a fractured picture frame you look beyond the cracks of glass to see the beauty within the picture. You looked through the fractures of the people and saw the beauty in the dance. Bravo.
ReplyDeleteThank you Vince, I am glad you see that for it is what I saw. Here is the link to that truly amazing dance - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zjcgiM6E2ko
ReplyDeleteI felt like I was dancing with your poem. Youve made me into a ballerina. Beautiful poem. ;)
ReplyDeleteThanks Adrianna :) I'm dancing with you!
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