Memories of the Dance, a poem

memoriesofthedance

 

The old woman sat
Alone on the bench
And peered in the distance.
She watched leaves fall
Mid pirouette in the breeze
And she remembered
Movements like these –
Standing behind stage
As the curtain raised
And her arm’s delicate dance
As she entered, on cue
Tilted head
A wide smile
And her cousin, her shadow.
They had memorized the movements
Fluttering in the wind like leaves
Embracing the music
And giving the movements soul.
As she sits on the bench,
She remembers these moments
As if they are real
And she comes alive
In the movements
Of the dance
She raises her hand
Points her toes
And she is transported
To another place.
Although weathered by age,
She is beautiful
And full of grace
A leaf upon a tree
Begging release
Upon the wind.

© Sumyanna 2016

 

Beautiful image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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6 Comments Add yours

  1. Amazing!!!

    Check out my blog also to see the magic of letters.

    Hope you will like it.:)

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you! Will do 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

  2. beautiful very much Sum,love and hugs

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you sweet Seema!

      Like

  3. This is lovely, I can picture that dancer.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you Robbie. This was actually written for a beautiful gif of two ballet dancers in the forest. I fell in love with it!

      Like

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