A chiffon cream skirt drifts,
above long alabaster legs.
White leather platforms,
boost her higher.
A favorite tank top,
ivory cotton heaven.
Draped with shimmering pearls,
and sweeping silver chains.
The grey sweater,
a security blanket.
Keeping her warm,
in the autumn winds.
Elegant hands,
playing the piano softly.
Sparking with silver,
as rings catch the light.
Hazelnut curls part,
to reveal roses and pearls.
A couture ballerina,
lost in a time long gone.
Singing in her warbling voice,
a slow and steady song.
Her fingers trace the keys,
as they paint them blue.
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My Grandmother had this old picture of her dressed as a ballerina and this poem...it captured it so amazingly and brought a tear to my eye because I wish I could've gotten the picture after she passed. It's amazing write! so...amazing...I love it absolutely love it
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Awesomeness
This was really, really beautiful and welll penned.
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I take it this is part of what you meant when you said you were inspired by Christian? Love it, matage.
MfG,
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Actually this one was inspired by my new skirt, (I bought a skirt!), it reminded me of a ballerina. and my mom hated that I was wearing my heels indoors, but she dealt with it. =)
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simply beautiful.
i love the images you paint here..
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