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Dancer: A Poem

Updated on January 30, 2012
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Falling through the air,


I see you out there,


Seemingly alone without a welcoming place,


You dance with charming beauty and grace.



Ethereal clouds surely can’t cover you,


The blinding light only grazes what you do,


Are you full of magic or God’s unending power?


What day, what time is it; what precious moment, what hour?



Rhythm sauntering up and down without a sound,


Pulsating vibes of pleasantries, around you they abound,


More than modeling myths and striking poses,


Arms and legs like petals, stolen from fragile roses.



My eyes gladly behold fluid motions,


My heart drawn to tears and joyful emotions,


When flourishes pause and surrender to waist bending,


I’ll wish this delicate dance was never-ending.


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      echoe0021 5 years ago from Conway, AR

      That was lovely, I've been wanting to write a poem referencing dance but could never find the words. I'm glad you did.

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      Erin Bower 5 years ago from Georgia

      echoe0021: Thanks so much! Also, thank you for sharing this hub on twitter. :)

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      Jessee R 5 years ago from Gurgaon, India

      "More than modeling myths and striking poses,

      Arms and legs like petals, stolen from fragile roses."

      - i loved these lines. these seem enough to define the elegance of dance and dancers.

      nice work ma'am.

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      Charu Bhatnagar 5 years ago from India

      This is a beautiful poem. Loved it so much. thanks for sharing.

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      Deborah Brooks Langford 5 years ago from Brownsville,TX

      Oh so beautiful....my favorite poem...your words so magical...with every word I was dancing and flowing. In my younger days I used to dance...oh so beautiful memories...awesome hub..voted way up..debbie

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      Cynthia B Turner 5 years ago from Georgia

      I love dance. You captured the essence of the dancer in this poem. Beautifully done.

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      Erin Bower 5 years ago from Georgia

      rahul0324: Thank you for noticing my hard work!

      Charu Bhatnagar: Thanks so much!

      Deborah Brooks: Thank you for all your kind words. I appreciate them!

      Cyndi10: Thank you; I really love to write poetry with imagery and I'm glad this one was successful. :)

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      Jose Velasquez 5 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

      I've always admired people that can dance. To train your body to move so gracefully takes a lot of discipline.

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      Martie Coetser 5 years ago from South Africa

      Beautiful!

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      Erin Bower 5 years ago from Georgia

      PHILLYDREAMER: That's very true. I couldn't have described it any better. Thanks for commenting!

      MartieCoetser: Thank you! :)

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      Justin W Price 5 years ago from Juneau, Alaska

      very nice. the format suited this poem well. It looks delicate :-) lovely

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      Erin Bower 5 years ago from Georgia

      PDXKaraokeGuy: Thank you! That's a very good way to describe it; that's what I was going for. Thanks for reading!

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      Mohan Kumar 4 years ago from UK

      Beautifully described and written- your observations capture the elegance and beauty of the dance so well. There are some beautiful lines here... voted up/shared.

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      Erin Bower 4 years ago from Georgia

      Docmo: Thanks for your kind comment and thank you for sharing! :)

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      Vinaya Ghimire 4 years ago from Nepal

      Hello Ebower,

      I don't dance, but I love watching dancers. I believe a lone dancer is connected to God while dancing and the duet dance connects a soul with another.

      This is a wonderful poem.

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      Erin Bower 4 years ago from Georgia

      Vinaya Ghimire: I try to dance, but I'm not always graceful. That is so beautiful. Thanks for your lovely comment!

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