Motionless Dancer

Pirouette
Bare feet balanced on the blue line
Tattered skirt swirls
Ribbons spin around ankles
Delicate fingers sweep through the air
While I sketch her
She stands at attention, neat and dutiful
A perpetual frown on her face
But when I turn away
She dances
And finally allows herself to
Smile





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Jennax3 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 22, 2009 at 6:49 pm
I was drawn to read this poem by its title- which is almost an oxymoron. And I was interested to see how the poem would work because of the title. I LOVE IT! You are so talented :)
 
jessica8861409@yahoo.com said...
May 17, 2009 at 5:36 pm
I love this poem! I can picture everything that is happening in my head!
 
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