Diary of Dance

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She

points her 

toes in the shoe

until the crease scars.

She won't fall until the script

says to do so. 

Breathe. 

Pause.

Now

Fall.

The 

doll models

the Pas De Quatre

buried within act two.

Toes fall and up and jump 

and flow.

She 

recites the

moves in a secret 

Diary of Dance:Swan Lake.

Breathe.

Pause.

Now 

Fall.

Breathe.

Get up.

Smile.

Bow.

Now

cry.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading. Please tell me what you think.

Reviews

[iMagination]

Being a dancer myself, I can relate to this. I understand what each of the words resemble in the dance world. This is exactly what every dancer thinks. Congrats on a great piece of art.

[Melody]

I cannot tell you how happy this makes me. I am not a dancer, and though I wrote this awhile ago, I remember wanting to write about the fluidity and pain of a dancer, so I struggled with Google for awhile trying to figure out the name of the dance moves and what movement of Swan Lake it was in and everything. I'm beyond happy I achieved what I wanted to, because this kind of poetry is definitely out of my comfort zone, so thank you so much iMagination. Thank you so so much.

[Vian]

'Cry.' What a way to end the work! How painful seeming, is there truly an undercurrent of pain there or am I imagining it? maybe those were tears of joy...But I doubt it. She cannot even fall until the script tells her to. That was beautiful.

[Melody]

Thank you. :)

[zainul]

I see the girl who dances like a swan in this visual and textual art.
Nice work.

[Melody]

Thank you.

[zainul]

You are welcome.