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Date Posted: 20:20:44 11/12/04 Fri
Author: Felicia
Subject: Re: ballet/dance poems
In reply to: dancer 's message, "ballet/dance poems" on 15:43:27 05/10/03 Sat

"Because I Dance"
Because I dance doesn't mean that I am weak.
It doesn't mean that my "sport" is unimportant.
Because we (dancers) use tights and pink tutus.
Becuase we're dancers we sweat, and we work.
Because we're dancers simply means one thing;
We work until we simply cannot work anymore.
We work until our feet bleed, and our muscles are torn.
True athletes work until they simply cannot anymore,
And that is what dancing is all about.


"The Imagination of a Ballerina"

The room is dim, my shadows lurk
the night is quiet, my imagination soars
My bourres fast
skimming the floor as if a glassy lake
I’m a swan, the curtains rise
the white of my tutu like heavenly clouds
my arms extend flowing in a wing-like sequence
I’m condemned, a swan by day
a poor lonely girl by night
my prince appears, I reach for him
he slips through my longing grasp
the room is dim, my shadows lurk
the night is quiet, my imagination soars
my heart is pounding that all I hear
I stand and look as the curtain rises
My true love comes , I run to meet him
my heart is light my face is glowing
and aura of secrecy is surrounding
we’ve been forbidden to be together
I pirouette towards my dear Romeo
but I spin and spin and it fades away
only to show that, the room is dim
my shadows lurk, the night is quiet
my imagination soars
I spin in oblivion
until I hit the ground
I lay in peace, a sleeping beauty
but not for long I rest my eyes
I feel a kiss, light on my lips
my prince has come to end my grief
but I open my eyes and there’s no one
I close them trying to reminisce
I long to be in a heavenly white tutu
to soar like an eagle in the arms of my love
to lay as if sleeping and be rescued away
but it can’t be true because I stand alone
the room is dim, my shadows lurk
the night is quiet
and my imagination will never cease to soar
for I am a ballerina.


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