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Saturday, February 1, 2014

En Pointe








En Pointe

misty miss - standing en pointe 
on the blur edge of childhood 
waiting for your alternate 
self to replace this now
vanishing flimsy former – 
open to others’
sense of your 
potential – 
bidding 
sweet 
adieu 
to the
you
delicate doe 
just now tiptoed
with whispered bucolic 
synergy spinning across
the stage twirling you
whirling you into 
woman as 
you leap
with
pounding 
heart and
flushed 
cheeks  
landing
into the
dance 
again
and
again
clear
crisp
clean 


~



The Sunday Whirl 







13 comments:

  1. A rite of passage beautifully twirled across the page..magical to watch even from afar..

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  2. Love the dainty, pirouette shape of this, Pearl.

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  3. Ahh Pearl… so beautiful… can't help but think of my 17 year old daughter reading your words… although somedays her spinning is not so grace-filled, there is teetering involved in the process… I remember this in my own life then and now too… transitions dip into the fantasy and wiggle uncomfortably until we find the right fit.

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  4. I liked the analogy of an en pointe for describing the transition from girlhood to womanhood. It's a precarious position though.

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  5. I can't help but wonder if each of us has an alternate self...

    Bright Edge of Morning

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  6. Oh the struggles of being a dancer ... such sacrifices.. lovely form of the poem.

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  7. Hummmm....I can see it, I like it! Clear, Crisp and Clean....

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  8. Very nice...excellent use of the words today!

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  9. Really like shape poems, words defining three dimensional object, while drawing it with single and two dimensional forms. You are so right...clear, clean, and crisp.

    Elizabeth

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  10. I can see that "delicate doe" leaping towards womanhood. Lovely, Pearl!

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  11. Brava! Both form and content are lovely, Pearl. Reading this is a sweet dance.

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  12. Lovely form and imagery. The leap into womanhood is beautifully written.

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