Thursday, December 3, 2015

When I Dance

unknown - via pinterest


When I dance,
I am light as a feather.
I am Song, I am Grace
mixed together.
Those boys down there
can jeer and stare,
and say rude things
and look askance.
I do not even hear them
when I dance.

I give them not a solitary glance.
I take my stance,
enter deep trance,
my heart suffused with fine romance,
for every heart must have its chance,
and I am light and beautiful,
especially when I dance.

for Words Count with Mama Zen over at Real Toads ~
to write a poem with an emphasis on eckphrasis.
I exceeded the word count by sixteen words.
My bad! I did not want to remove the hope, LOL.



20 comments:

  1. I like the hope. There was something about this picture that just hurt.

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  2. I second Mama Zen. I love that she has decided to feel beautiful no matter what.

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  3. This is truly lovely, Sherry. Everyone should be able to be free to dance as they please.

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  4. I loved the image and knew she was an awesome lady! As you did.

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  5. Sherry--I hope she DOES feel that beautiful when she dances.

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  6. everyone should feel as free doing something you love and be as beautiful while doing.

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  7. It's all in the mind. Many "beautiful" people aren't happy - many "plain" or "ugly" people embrace and enjoy life to the fullest. Humans are so silly, really. You captured a woman who seems to embrace happiness. Screw those little brats :)

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  8. Yes, I love to dance. I don't care what people say or think...

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  9. Oh yes... I love to dance too.. and I'm sure it's only myself I please... but why care.. Love your take on the picture.

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  10. I love how heart freeing your words are~ I seriously gotta go dance-lol
    Bravo, Sherry~

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  11. So much of life and how we are is about the inside, the attitude, not the outside--so lovely to see that in action here.

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  12. Your poem "pirouetted" its way into my soul. :-) Beautiful.

    Greetings from London.

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  13. I agree, Sherry, 60 words is a tiny box to package dreams within; had to rewrite mine several times; probably good for the old Viscount of Verbosity though. Yours is a heartbreaker, but rife with hope & authenticity; loved it.

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  14. How lovely. I feel entranced when I dance too. I try to dance at least once a day. If I'm lucky, my husband joins me.

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  15. Wonderful rhyme and rhythm here--it dances! k.

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