How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see!

dance for me little ballerina

all dressed in blue and dreams

dance for me until the moonlight ends

with tears and spheres and violins

dance for me little ballerina

while I try to catch a bright moonbeam

to place in your tiny, perfect velvet hand.

She's just a ballerina

All she does is dance

It's easy

That's what they said

But they didn't know about her scars

Her broken bones

Or her twisted toes

She is as brave as a soldier

But no one gave her a medal for that.

Risveglio

Si sono chiuse stanotte le acque di un grande bacio,

Ed al mattino allagano la stanza.

Tu per ultima oggi sporgi i piedi dalla zattera del letto.

Dentro l'alba felice della stanza fino a me cammini al filo d'illusione.

Funambola tu, delle nostre care lontananze, come sospeso fosse il mondo, in punta di piedi mi baci.

-Luca Scognamillo- @autunno_d

✴I LEARNT A LOT ✴

Elegant ballerina. With a high standard like Prima.

From you I learnt a lot. A memory in my heart still has a great spot.

To stand up even it hurts. To be free like a bird.

To be able to do the unique standing. I can do anything without depending.

I can do a wonderful dance. I'm a butterfly with a classic prance.

To be soft, and strong what a contradiction. !The ballerina can balance between those actions.

Just I close my eyes and listen to the music. To feel the space. And the door of worry I will close it.

Elegant ballerina. In my heart for you a special place like the special Prima.

✨Marwa ✨

#ballerina ❤ #childhood 💚#memories 💜

Restless soul,wrapped in white

Ever such an elegant sight

Spinning in the light

The light of an endless night

Long were the days

Heavy the price paid

Seeking perfection in every motion

Strength drawn from my devotion

Knowing the depths of my emotion

Draining me

Restraining me

Capturing me

Releasing me

It is you my vision in white

Devouring my love every night

As you glide effortlessly into the light

So others may feast on this beautiful sight

tip toe like a dying swan

Lakes filled with white wings

fat lady sings

Rudolf meets Kate

in Wuthering heights

Dance For Me

I will play you an earthly melody if you but dance,

An alluring tune, a tale of tragedy and romance.

A maiden fair whose heart was captured by a stranger,

But she, only an innocent unaware of the danger.

Dance milady for he stole her heart with a smile,

Only playing with her emotions for a little while.

His intent was not her love but revenge on her kin,

To break her heart would make him even.

She was so loved by all, their darling little girl,

So beautiful and sweet. Their pride their world.

To hurt her would lay them all so low,

And in the midst of it all the evil winds would blow.

Dance for me ballerina build your wall of ice,

Captivate the moment do not think twice.

Twist and twirl cry for her your many tears,

Broken. So, broken. Lonely in her older years.

© Cynthia Clark

airborne spheroid

aligned with my affliction

agonizingly fleeing into an olefin void

medicating fiber significantly unfun

writhing weakness perpetually stable

gathering the fortitude

seemingly unable

chronicle this opioid

smashing unnoticed into a new carpet stable

tasking my will

usually fine

must be done or it’s the still

locate recover whats the old line

crosssd intentionally better downhill

hidden wounds of dedication

lurk

in the beauty

of the dance

Blood stains her slippers,

A testament to her dedication.

Only true love would inspire such sacrifice.