She Danced

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Professional dancing is fun.

She Danced

Mystically she danced floating across the floor
Her feet barely touching the floor
As if to be floating on water
In a trance enhanced with music
His arms touching her waist carrying her softly
Like the beacon of a guiding light
Across the sea beckons it's ships
Strobe lights fall like flowers upon her
She twirls like a top yet stays a float
Her dress a flower in bloom
With all eyes upon her she shines like a star 
Her glass slippers glide across the floor
Like her feet were on icey waters
The spot light follows her
To the end
She is the prettiest flower in the bouquet
Her bud opens like a flower opens in bloom
Arms out stretched takes a bow
The crowd clapps like hale slaps the ground
Roars like thunder they exit
She danced

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NevillePark commented on She Danced

02-06-2010

The pictures you paint make it easy to watch the routine. Nice job.

Bettysrainbow48

02/07/2010

Thank you I enjoyed writing this one,

Teardrops commented on She Danced

02-04-2010

you see her beauty by your use of words . a truly beautiful poem thanks for letting me read it Marie

Bettysrainbow48

02/05/2010

Thank you Marie for your kind words.

gogant commented on She Danced

01-26-2010

There is nothing so lovely as a dancer floating to the breeze of soothing music. Very nice, Betty...........................................g

Bettysrainbow48

01/31/2010

Thank you dancing is fun, like singing music for the soul. .

Morris commented on She Danced

01-26-2010

I like it the flow and ebb like the sea, and then a turn on a wistful breeze; light and aerie, it has a feel of freedom about it :yet controled

Stryx commented on She Danced

01-26-2010

Once, in another life, I taught AM. To dance is to be free. Nice write.

Bettysrainbow48

02/05/2010

Pretty cool . I think dancing is great.

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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