~ The Ballerinas Made Me Cry ~

Winter!

The day the ballerinas made me cry.

In silence long I watched them fly

Upon their stage of polished stillness

Stillness cleaved by graceful motion

They seemed so free and free to fly

On slippers bright and steps so light.

While I...

Upon my stage of many flaws

Where each awkward pregnant pause

Contemplates my lead-winged fate.

I often gaze beyond my world

Of heaviness and gravity

To ballerinas that freely fly

And their freedom makes me cry.

 --Misery

Reviews

[fattycbreezy52]

Yes,the freedom....Who isn't in love with the very word.
And Ballerinas seem to embody the very notion of freedom
Lovely and smooth poem on your part
Love it:)

[Misery]

Bless you, fatty.
Your time and encouragement are much welcome.

[Jen]

Ballerinas once... was I. This lovely poetry touched a special place for me. I love the beauty in this while, I also enjoyed the theme of longing freedom and grace. Simply divine.

[Misery]

Thank you, sweet Jen.
They sacrifice so very much to be so very graceful.