Degas
To Dance...
As the ballerina gracefully crossed the silent stage
on pointed toe.
Reflected in the glass,
the dust of the softly worn floor
playfully swirls about her slippered feet as she points and plies.
His heart leaps ~
He watches, enchanted.
His eyes fixed upon her.
Inspired by the cresting of each exquisite movement.
Her charming poise...
the curve of her neck...
the elegance of her very form.
Suddenly his mood changes, as he wonders...
would he be capable of caturing such beauty, such allure?
Frustration...
DETERMINATION...
ANGER!
Again and again, he strives for excellence.
Mixing the paint,
preparing the canvas...
Struggling to capture the grace in her stance.
Agonizing over each brushstroke.
Passion consumes him ~
immersed in his task, he works fervently into the night.
Until... TALENT PREVAILS.
He breathes a sigh.
on pointed toe.
Reflected in the glass,
the dust of the softly worn floor
playfully swirls about her slippered feet as she points and plies.
His heart leaps ~
He watches, enchanted.
His eyes fixed upon her.
Inspired by the cresting of each exquisite movement.
Her charming poise...
the curve of her neck...
the elegance of her very form.
Suddenly his mood changes, as he wonders...
would he be capable of caturing such beauty, such allure?
Frustration...
DETERMINATION...
ANGER!
Again and again, he strives for excellence.
Mixing the paint,
preparing the canvas...
Struggling to capture the grace in her stance.
Agonizing over each brushstroke.
Passion consumes him ~
immersed in his task, he works fervently into the night.
Until... TALENT PREVAILS.
He breathes a sigh.
His spirit is flooded with feelings of delight, reassurance,
gratification.
He has achieved
Perfection.
gratification.
He has achieved
Perfection.
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