a danceA Poem by Ryan Potvinadmiring the simple pleasures...
passing along
the quiet country road a sleepy disposition sneaks up through the corn fields it seeps through the thick summer atmosphere and flirts unabashedly with the spirit the world is now speaking in hushed tones but, twirling formations take flight spotted dark against the blue sky they find voice within the lethargy of the day shaping their vision before my eyes the sun, a pensive thinker, offers the spotlight to these performers and with considerable control they find their pattern: dipping as one moving mass they etch their presence upon the stillness of the world exposing a grace within their relentless movement, and just before diving into the lush green they rise swiftly, silently, in beautiful symphony and their dance, sharply elegant,explores a scene with no story, no reason to coax the world for manifested emotion, they satisfy this moment content upon providing a traveler in pursuit a pleasure rich in the weightlessness of a bond sealed by the performance © 2011 Ryan Potvin |
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Added on September 16, 2011 Last Updated on September 16, 2011 Author
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