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Ballerina's Dance

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By: Wayne Brown


A delicate, wooden music box, dancing ballerina topped

An old, gold pocket watch with hands long-since stopped

Both there on the dresser; part of the order of the place

Both a part of the possessions of the people in this space


A well-smoked briar pipe on the table by the reclining chair

A favorite spot to sit and think; his last hours of life spent there

Long knitting needles slipped in with balls of yarn in multi-color

Things to pass peaceful moments of a quiet, loving mother


That certain aroma that is so familiar to this special space

Even with eyes closed, one knows this loving home place

Worn and used things are scattered here and there about

Things owned for a lifetime; used a lot, but never worn out


Even with the familiar things, emptiness now lives here

Mom and Dad are no longer present to occupy their chair

A house of treasures; all witness to their breathing essence

All seemingly just waiting to be once again in their presence


This Life, a tiny speck in time, a short ballerina’s dance

Always twirling, gently turning, entwined in the romance

Precious, precious moments spent to dance at our will

Never anticipating a time when dancing feet are still


Life is short; even when long; the span ending too soon

Leaving the familiar things scattered about a cozy room

Things bringing comfort in times both good and sad

Loving things reminding us of our love for Mom and Dad


Mom and Dad are gone now but their presence truly lingers

I feel it as I touch each item with the tips of my fingers

Their precious time in this life measured in hour-glass sands

Music done, ballerina stilled; like the golden watch’s hands



©Copyright WBrown2012. All Rights Reserved.


25 June 2012


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      Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

      @rahul0324....I really liked writing this Rahul...blending the ballerina with the watch...passage of time, syncopation of the dance. God gave it to me as a gift...to share...and so I did. Thanks so much for the kind words, I do appreciate them! WB

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      Jessee R 5 years ago from Gurgaon, India

      What an Epic Dance this is... flashed so many images in my mind...

      Captivating on all fronts.. awesome work WB

      In awe

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      Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

      @drbj...Thank you much, Dr. BJ...I hope to have that inspiration as well. Two phrases rattled around in my head on this one until I let them out on to the paper...and there ya go! LOL! WB

      @Gypsy Rose Lee...Thank ya, thank ya very much! Glad I could reach that depth of emotion. Poetry has so much power when it is clear and focused. Thanks for the good words. WB

      @Angela Blair....Thanks very much, Sis. I now know that many of us have the same observations, feelings, and emotions. WB

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      Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

      @drbj...Thank you much, Dr. BJ...I hope to have that inspiration as well. Two phrases rattled around in my head on this one until I let them out on to the paper...and there ya go! LOL! WB

      @Gypsy Rose Lee...Thank ya, thank ya very much! Glad I could reach that depth of emotion. Poetry has so much power when it is clear and focused. Thanks for the good words. WB

      @Angela Blair....Thanks very much, Sis. I now know that many of us have the same observations, feelings, and emotions. WB

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      Angela Blair 5 years ago from Central Texas

      Exquisite poetry with depth -- certainly touched this old heart and brought back lots of wonderful memories. Best/Sis

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 5 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and beautiful. Wayne you've pulled every heart string I have and opened the treasure chest of memories. This is wonderful. Nothing more dear in this life than loving parents. It's so true that even if things aren't in one room but scattered about if you pick up something that has a memory attached it will all come back like instant replay. Passing this on.

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      drbj and sherry 5 years ago from south Florida

      May you continue to have the inspiration, Wayne, that helps you produce such tender, beautiful, imaginative word-pictures in poetry. You have the gift, my friend.

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      Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

      @adt719...Thank you for those wonderful words. I am pleased that you enjoyed the mix. I wanted to find that balance between the ballerina, the watch, and the cycle of life. I am so glad you enjoyed it. WB

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      adt719 5 years ago from Richardson TX

      very pleasing combination of the title and the photo. Nicely done. Another poignant piece of writing.

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      Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

      @writer20....Glad it entertained, Joyce. It was such an inspiration to write...a very memorable one for me. WB

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      Joyce Haragsim 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

      This is such a brillant poem and so well written. I enjoyed reading it.

      Voted up, beautiful and intersting, Joyce..

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      Paula 5 years ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

      Oh, Wayne....you're right, I should do a hub on that time in my life.

      It will have to wait a little bit. I'm still recovering from my 4-Part Series that I just finished.

      That pretty much wiped me out, emotionally.......Thanks, Wayne.

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      Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

      @snakeslane...Thank you for those kind words. I suppose the irony of death is the things that are left behind. I look at the things that I write, the guitars that I own and play...all that type of stuff and wonder if anyone will get the joy from them that I have received over time. Those things left behind have a signature...a smell, a feel that belongs to the departed person. Maybe that is why the term "crossing over to the other side" takes on meaning. Thanks so very much. WB

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      Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

      @fjpherj48...You paint such a vivid example of exactly the emotion that I wanted to paint here in this verse...it gave me chills to read your comments. That would be a wonderful thing for you to share in a hub for you wrote about it so emotionally and beautifully. You have a very touching story there to share if you can get through it and keep the page dry! LOL! Thanks for the good words and the great comment...sorry for the tears. WB

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      snakeslane 5 years ago from Canada

      Bravo Wayne, beautiful poem, coud be a song...is incredibly lyrical, heartfelt, and true. Not overly sentimental, but deeply sympathetic. The metaphor of the clock stopped, the hour glass run dry, and the music box ballerina stopped dancing could have been cliche, but you lifted these to another dimension with your precise poetic care. Regards, snakeslane

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      Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

      @Deorah Brooks...This thought has been nagging at me for a couple of days....a music box and an old pocket watch...just kept repeating in my mind. I finally figured out what I was suppose to do with it. So glad you enjoyed it and shared with others, DB. WB

      @billybuc...It pleases me greatly that you get pleasure from what I can write and I love doing it when it works. Things of life touch me in ways in which poetry has been able to release and reveal...things that maybe I could not explain in ten paragraphs come through in four or five verses...poetry is a powerful thing. Maybe that is why it has sustained all these years and years. I will continue to share as long as I have the inspiration to do so. Thanks very much for those kind words, Bill. WB

      @LABrashear...I have lost all my grandparents years back. I lost my dad in 2007...a real blow but he did have over 80 years of life. Mom is still with us and hanging in there at 84 now. In writing this, I think I anticipate the time coming in the future when I will lose here as well...that is when it will seem that the last length of rope to the past has slipped from my hand and I will be adrift in life with that void. Thanks so very much. WB

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      Paula 5 years ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

      Wayne.....This time, you have literally reached into my life...and pulled me toward a memory.of such heartache.....of clearing out my childhood home after my entire birth family had passed on.

      My Dad's lounge chair, his tool & work station in the basement....and literally, my mother's yarn and knitting needles.......my Mom's perfume and Dad's cologne....My sister's old bedroom.....From room to room....loading box after box. Mostly just sitting and staring and holding some things close to me....smelling the laundry detergent my mother used forever.....Things I'd seen and used my whole life.

      It took me weeks. I couldn't stay long each time.

      When this enormous house was empty, I sat on the hard wood floor in the middle of the dining room......and as if in a movie....my radio played Louis Armstrong, "It's a Wonderful World".......my sobs bounced off of every wall.

      Awesome and Beautiful............

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      LABrashear 5 years ago from My Perfect Place, USA

      That was incredibly sad and extremely beautiful! I could "see" the room you were in and "smell" the scents. The images broke my heart reminding me (pleasantly) of grandparents departed. Voted up!

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      Bill Holland 5 years ago from Olympia, WA

      You are a man at the top of his game and it is a pure pleasure to read your work.

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      Deborah Brooks Langford 5 years ago from Brownsville,TX

      Wayne this is simply beautiful.. I love your poems

      sharing

      Debbie