Five,Six,Seven,Eight
She dances to Mozart again and again
Every beat goes through
her heart.
Closing her eyes,
she dreams she was in the
biggest auditorium with Baryshnikov.
In her shoes,I want to be
Twirling and dreaming as I go.
With me and him he lifts me as he spins.
The world never stops in her shoes.
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Written May 21st, 2006
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this is very beautiful. I have always wanted to be a dancer, and I can feel this. I agree with lines 3 and 4 being combined. It would flow a bit better.
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This is a very good piece. I would suggest that lines 3 & 4 combine as this will flow better with the previous line.
In stanza two I would move 'the' to the beginning of the third line.
I really love this poem. More than once I have thought about what it would be like to be a dancer.

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