~ 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 :)

[Ursula Kay Vos]

Again, you have captured the beauty of this woman! Another moving piece that has transported me to the front row. I could have been sitting there watching this majestic woman, with a tear running down my cheek as she took her final bow.
This short, sweet and very well written piece did not need a lot of words, you captured her spirit and held it in these short few lines. Never letting go, you have captured the audience!
The only note I have for you today my dear, is on the 5th line,
you write "As well liberated" you may consider writing, if as I am understanding you are speaking of the dancer, " As she was liberated one last time" or "As she was liberated" which would explain both the atmosphere and the dancer.
Great Read!
Great write!!!

[Gomer LePoet]

Once a dancer, always a dancer. Even if it is only in front of the mirror in the hallway, the bedroom or wherever! Time may take the physical skills but never the heart and soul. they live on forever!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

To retire from something you love has to feel like the ending of your current life... but who says you can not be reborn with new dreams.

[JCP]

A perfect depiction of a memorable moment in one's life when tragically, you get to witness the last time a person does something they truly loved. It's an agonizing event beautifully written out. Nice job!

[Forest Green]

Time's desultory effect on beauty and grace; I see much of life in your poem...true, brutal, ultimately vanguished.

Nice...nice work...

[Jessi Leigh]

I really loved this... The passion of totality

[Groovy]

how very insightful...clever word play

[Tate Morgan]

Beautiful simply beautiful