Clumsy Feet

Lumbering steps, clumsy feet,

Out of sync with the beat.

Teacher shouts, contorted face,

Repeats again the dancer's place.

Grabs her bag, storms out the door,

Saying she can take no more.

Dancer stays, abandoned there,

With slippered feet and pulled back hair.

Alone at last, the music plays,

The ballerina then pliés.

First passé, then encarte,

And her fears all wash away.

Flawless steps; music plays on,

Silent to others, it's her song.

Fouette en tournant, then assemblé,

Her skilled dance is light and gay.

She suddenly stops, the magic's gone,

Her feet stand still and stop the song.

She hangs her slippers on the shelf,

For she only dances for herself.

Reviews

[Tbear]

I want to give the dancer a hug to let her know that she can indeed dance and to not give a care if others see her..dance on dance on..

[fireblossom]

You are very talented. This is a wonderful poem. You make a life statement while holding to form. Unforced and easy to read. Very nice.

[Allycat]

I love this! It has a nice flow, and good feel to it :)

[Kaylee]

I like this a lot! I like how the art of her dance is personal. It has a nice rhythm too! You should review some of my poetry, if you don't mind!

[AK]

Love this poem, it sounds so nice when recited. Great flow, amazing storyline, keep writing!

[A love for poetry]

Ahh, this is good, I love this one.

[Lydia]

I love this! It's very beautifully written, and I love the little story it tells.