I knew her once in a life built of sugar cubes where sweetness reigned as we licked the same lollipop carefully under the spotlight.
Our pirouettes were choreographed, hers in green and mine in blue as we flowed across our own stage, moving with soundless grace while our souls bled from worn toe shoes.
It was in the red that we found ourselves beneath the pulsing neon of excitement, beyond boundaries set, yet unable to see the heights forcing us to balance on edges so thin they bent beneath our secrets
A prima ballerina she craned her swan neck back so that her pupils absorbed each drop of light and finally she disappeared into her own misery; my tears of confusion dissolved our sparkling sugar dust, leaving one cemented in place and the other stuck upon a cracked spider web of pain.
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This was exceptional, the heart of a dancer, speaks, it could be an old dancer, or a dancer of love... through your words, as also I feel the irony of sugar coating the subject matter, literally. It could be real, aswel fictive. For two ballerina's on a birthday pie for example, or even a wedding cake... this write could go anywhere, but is neat to the core. I feel memories, and the pain of getting older, and have lost friendship or a love in general, as time flies... and memories stay... so good my friend so good this is.
- Elisa
Posted 11 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
11 Years Ago
Thanks so much Elisa- the poem is about losing a friend and the devastation that followed.
11 Years Ago
You're always welcome, I found this very moving... in both (2) ways.
great title! very fitting. the intimacy of your first verse lets me experience the pain of this lost love. lots of creative phrases; Sugar Dust simply kicks it! if this is personal, i am sorry for your loss. :{
E.
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thanks so much. Ir is based on real events- we are friends again but it is not the same.
I agree with everyone about the images, lovely. Personally too, it has a resonance. that of my sister and me - being together, fading away, then coming back, and so forth. Always though, there is a bond. Thank you so much for this poem.
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This seems about friendship....and how, despite the bond of goodwill and hope for each other`s future, we cannot influence the other for good in the face of ill-fortune. Well done, Blue. P.
This was exceptional, the heart of a dancer, speaks, it could be an old dancer, or a dancer of love... through your words, as also I feel the irony of sugar coating the subject matter, literally. It could be real, aswel fictive. For two ballerina's on a birthday pie for example, or even a wedding cake... this write could go anywhere, but is neat to the core. I feel memories, and the pain of getting older, and have lost friendship or a love in general, as time flies... and memories stay... so good my friend so good this is.
- Elisa
Posted 11 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
11 Years Ago
Thanks so much Elisa- the poem is about losing a friend and the devastation that followed.
11 Years Ago
You're always welcome, I found this very moving... in both (2) ways.
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