~ The Woman of Dust

~ Because dancers are the messengers of the Universe...

~ The Woman of Dust

 

 

It was the last time she danced

Full of passion and emotion

Her eyes filled with sparkles,  she glanced

The evening was loaded

As she was liberated...

As a red orchid flower she moved

Along the stage so elegant secure

She bloomed so purely

I was there…

In Amsterdam’s Carré,

It was her last dance,

She moved as if she could die

As if her life could stop…

The bliss she felt over the years,

As a true dancer came to an end…

Now she would be remembered

As the Woman of Dust…

 

A true Legend

 

~  Elisa Laura

Author's Note

Thank you xx

Reviews

[light and ashes]

Gorgeous, I can picture her moving across the stage displaying every part of her soul for her audience to see. I have always been deeply moved and entranced by dancers ever since I was a small child. It really is true, "dancers are the messengers of the Universe." Amazing job :)

[Aehr]

its like a painting of the woman you're talking about here and the emotion is expressed very well.. Very interesting, and also very beautiful

[EMF]

After hours of editing I just needed a fix of something good before I stick my head in a bucket and go to sleep. And up this pops on the newsfeed.

I got better than good. I got great.

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

An interesting intriguing piece about the life of a dancer. Beautifully penned.


Nicely done.

[Distant horizons]

Another beautiful write Elisa. Such a calming flow.

[Lily Mae]

The soul and the beauty that lives within is captured in our eternal dance. There is nothing more beautiful that watching someone live their life through authentic dance and movement graced. Your work is your internal beauty..your dance.. :) xo

picture really caught my attention ^_^
and really liked the poem that followed

couldn't really pinpoint the topic at hand for the poem though... guesses would be:
1.) deals with living life with the notion of death, like living everyday as if it were your last in some beautiful metaphoric way...

2.) woman walking down the street suddenly dies due to either an accident involving a car or internal problems (like heart failure)...

3.) a memory from an woman who's remembering a time when life seemed a little more free and lovely, which mostly takes place somewhere in amsterdam.

Anywho... really enjoyed the poem. Thought it had a nice flow to it even though it seemed to have an absence of any pre-defined structure... very much free verse to the touch. liked the choice of imagery words too ;) good use.
can't wait to see more, keep it up.

[Etoiles]

Great write, beautifully written.
:)

[Me]

Fascinating and thought-provoking. Excellent metaphors.

[J.A. Stevens]

Great work it enlightens and inspires a feast for the senses thanks for sharing your fantastic work