Ballerina

poem about a forlorn ballerina

Ballerina

 

Ballerina spin
pirouettes for show,
greet them all again
in the limelight's glow.

 

She must do her part
in the name of art.

 

Let the violin
time your touch and go,
lift your little chin,
don't express your woe.

 

She can barely start
with her broken heart.

 

Fame was hers to win
if she told him no.
Now he won't check-in
to the second row.

 

Missed by Cupid's dart,
he had to depart.

 

Let the dance begin.
Don't let sorrow grow.
Tears would mar your skin.
They should never know.

 

Fortune's yours to chart
though its taste is tart.

Reviews

[NeiL ArandA]

I think I heard about a real story about a famous and beautiful ballerina who dance and she has a lot of secret admirers and adoring fans. But in spite of all the attention and affection she gets. She is lonely at heart.

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your review, Neil! I based this poem on an old 1940's song called "Ballerina".

[NeiL ArandA]

Oh ok thanks for telling me that ... I love song also