I A Dancer

A Poem By Bernadette // 9/8/2008

Flowing through the isle
Swishing through the hall
I take my stand alone
My hands curved
My head tilted back
With a look of dreaming

The spotlight flares
It glows around me
Like the moon of night
Music flows my legs do dance
My arms rolling around me

I fly and fall like the frost
On the moor
My eyes beaming with joy
I leap and bound, turn and rise
Upon the dancing floor

Comments

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This, like all of your poems, is beautiful. You are so talented. I'm jealous.

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Love me, love my friends.
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Anna | Mon, 09/08/2008

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

oh, i loved it!!! i like how

oh, i loved it!!! i like how you put some nature in it, and then the movements. lovely job!!!

luv, Hannah W.

Anonymous | Mon, 09/08/2008

Wow!!!!!!!!!

This is soooooo good!!!!!!

Elizabeth | Tue, 09/09/2008

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The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine

I love this, Bernadette!!!

I love this, Bernadette!!! It brought pictures of your dance recital into my mind. You captured it perfectly!! Awesome job!!!!

Love,
Clare

Clare Marie | Wed, 09/10/2008

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