My daughter came out of dance class last night and observed that if it was going to hurt anyway, she might as well make it as beautiful as possible...
Dancing Girl
Dancing girl standing tall
Really not aware at all
Of any watching eyes
Except her teacher. Her corrections
All she hears. Her directions
The only thing she goes by.
She stands on pointe then reaching high
She leaps as if to touch the sky
Without any other care it seems.
But at homewe see the pain,
She's icing down her feet again
The price of beauty few achieve...
The chance to move across the floor
Really asking nothing more
Except to try her gift and chase the dream.
Oh my gosh, this is so beautiful. I have many friends who are dancers and will be sharing this with them.
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem, Meg! Beautiful imagery.
ReplyDeleteI love this! Lovely!
ReplyDeleteSo truthful and honest. The beauty and the pain. There's a lot of practice that goes into pointe and dance in general. I remember a girl in high school who was talented at tap dancing. You should have seen the blisters on her feet, but she was truly amazing.
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