The Dancer

A fake smile plastered on her face

She holds the pose in her place

Never moving from her spot

The little dancer the whole world forgot

Standing high on a stone

The dancer waits all alone

Knowing no one will show

To see a dancer in the snow

Through the elements she keeps vigil

Though the dancer is small and little

Guarding the bones of a dancer like she

A little stone dancer is all she'll be

Reviews

[Tomoe Tellez]

Oh my gosh! This is very beautiful. I always like poems and stories from objects or anything that is not humans, since we are writers and sometimes we claim to speak for those who can't, that's why I love this, not everybody tells the story of a grave marker. Great job!

[coffeedigest]

I really enjoyed this AABB pattern more than I usually do. It was a strong piece from the beginning. "A fake smile plastered on her face." This line immediately hit me in a very cool way.

Well done!
Josh

[Imperfection2aT]

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed this piece.

[Coyote Poetry]

A perfect description of the dance. A dancer can steal the visions and thoughts of the observer. Sometime beautiful things can suffer too. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Imperfection2aT]

Thank you for the review!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[An owl on the moon]

What a beautifully haunting write, carrying us across the stones that only ever hint at worlds once dancing and light. You breathe this out so tenderly, so deeply, and I can see even stone beginning to breathe in your letters.

[Imperfection2aT]

Thank you for the beautiful words!

[Perkele.7885]

Am I to understand that the dancer is a grave marker for a child (dancer)?
I find the poem very well written as it made me think to discover exactly
what your poem was saying.
Your poem does not shout out what it is about and that makes it doubly
more enjoyable a read

[Imperfection2aT]

Yes, the little stone dancer is, in fact, a grave marker.
I'm glad you enjoyed it.