Dance

Who are we trying to impress?

Pulling on black tights,

Sliding into a pair of spandex shorts.

Forcing my conscience into a certain mindset.

 

Stepping out into the warm lighting,

Stretching out into a full split.

Feeling all eyes on me,

Even though there is no one there.

 

Pressing the tiny buttons on the large CD player,

Music floods into the studio.

My body takes over,

Muscle memory. Muscle memory. Muscle memory.

 

Falling to the floor,

Only to be swept up again.

 

Smile, keep smiling, smile for the audience!

We are told,

But now my face displays nothing.

 

Hitting that perfect grand jete,

Imagine the cheering and clapping.

 

Coming to an end,

Jump, Jump, Pirouette, Toe Touch, Fall.

Dance.

Author's Note

After dancing 10+ hours over the last two days, this poem came to my mind. Enjoy!

Reviews

[DearSweetAgony]

Very nice, I love the way that you brought color and real life emotions into this awesome write! Wonderful job, fantastic write!

[Coyote Poetry]

A very nice poem. To me a dancer with skill can steal my vision and thoughts. I like your description and feel of joy in the poem for the dance. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Your Perfect Disaster]

I loved it. Wonderful job ^-^

[deleted]

Love it
And i love dancing

[stars are far]

This was so nice ...

[realmwriter]

I've never been in dance but I can imagine how agonizingly annoying that must be. Nut if you love you do it with heart and soul regardless of what the mind tells you. Good write, felt painful. As if being restricted by an outside force, tangible and very much real but committed to dance in every way.

[Keevan]

I used to be in dance, and this reminded me of how much I despised it. :P Wonderful job, great imagery. Loved it!

[Incendiary Grievances]

"Feeling all eyes on me,
Even though there is no one there"
I love it!