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Chameleon Dancing

[Ballet]
I was only four-years-old when I saw Sarah dance for the first time.
Though I sat there eating a diced apple,
my eyes never strayed from her reflection.
Happiness found its way into her feet,
which stopped long enough for her to smile at me through the mirror
before taking their position in the air above.
I couldn't help but smile back,
as each graceful twist and turn
gave my heart a beat that differed from the rest.
Her performances ignited my dream to one day be as elegant as she was,
and to look just as beautiful in those dresses that she wore.
I didn't know how it felt to dance
until she lifted me up in the most loving embrace
and moved my body in unison with hers.
Those twists and turns became my greatest childhood memory
because it made me feel like I was a part of something magical.
From that moment on,
I danced by her side with a feeling that I never thought would go away.

[Tap Dance]
She faced a lot of problems throughout the years,
but had a strong will to overcome,
so her feet were able to take the breath out of each and every one.
The dining room floor became her stage,
and as her moves grew stronger and more precise,
nothing dared to get in her way.
Sometimes people laughed at her,
but the joy she had found in dance silenced them when they realized
that nothing could take away what she was getting for free.
Time stood still for her during those moments of happiness
as if life was thanking her for being so refined.
Her energy was steadfast,
and while her tender spirit matched that of a thousand angels,
she brought me into a world where no pain existed,
only endless possibilities and the pleasure of watching our friendship
flourish as each day passed by.
 
[Waltz]
Tragedy found its way into her home, and brought with it a fear
that would soon change the way her feet moved.
Although she found herself full of sorrow,
(which caused her to want to stop altogether),
she continued to dance just for me.
Each step was slower than the last,
and as time marched forward without stopping,
I could see the lack of joy in her smile.
She tried so hard to keep me on my toes, but I couldn't bring myself to dance,
not when her happiness was fading before my eyes.
Hoping that she would follow my lead, I held onto her hand,
but the mirror had only reflected the lives that were slowly breaking in two.  
Her body never regained its rhythmic movement,
and that once loving embrace began to tremble with insecurities.
Regret blinded the realization that her love was all I needed.
She felt like a failure, and allowed the guilt to consume her every waking thought.
 
 [Tango]
Red droplets fell from wounds that would not heal
when she embraced death in her final dance.
I watched each twist and turn settle into silence
as time forced me to face the only possibility that was left,
but letting her go was the last thing I wanted to do.
Ripped away from those wonderful memories,
I smashed the mirror in disgust,
and with its biggest shard, cut into my saddened feet.
I try with all my might to imagine her figure before that mirror,
but instead of remembering her life and the beauty that she possessed,
I flash back to that moment when her blood stained my dance shoes
and her labored breath spoke to me for the last time.
  With an unforseen future, I try to balance myself,
but find that I am stuck between the pain of living without her,
and the hope that she is resting in peace.

 [Ballroom Dance]
Twelve years have passed and I am still reminded of her death.
Though it brings me to tears,
I have found enough strength to move forward.
I can never be the woman that she was,
but with this heart of mine, I can love just as much.
I fight knowing that I'm not alone,
for this beautiful dove watches over me
as she dances on the grandest stage of them all.
Every inch of that sky is hers, and with those wings,
she graces that blue with the most beautiful gift.
I cannot help but wish I was there to share it with her.
One day I will be, but until then,
I'm going to look back on our first dance together
and smile knowing that she embraced me with her unconditional love.
 I feel honored that she danced for me, but then again,
 
that's what mothers do.

Author notes

Title-Chameleon Dancing
Name-Sarah
Color-Red
Food-Apple
Animal-Bird (dove)
Emotion-Sorrow, Sadness

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  • Walking Oxymoron gold member
    November 12

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    WooHoo!! Using the colours!!

    I love dancing... Love it...! (Although never danced any of these specific dances...)

    It starts getting sad around here...
    I could see the lack of joy in her smile.

    Wow the last line of that stanza. that was strong! Like you're watching this person melt before your eyes, yet you're too young to understand exactly what taht meant...

    I liked
    Red droplets fell from wounds that would not heal
    You're not saying blood, but implying it, and still meeting some of the criteria for this contest.

    You cut your feet??? God, that hurts! I never did it there...

    I loved the way you ended that stanza too, the torn mixture of emotions you must have felt, and probably still feel.

    I can never be the woman that she was,
    but with this heart of mine, I can love just as much.

    WOW.
    Um... I think you'll find that she is just as proud of you as you were/are of her.

    And the final line...!
    That just got you Gold. #


  • DinkyDiver gold member
    November 5

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    wow A super write here huni and I love that you coloured in the words that were used! Liking the dancing ideas... through the pain there was a great positive message that spoke loudly through this xx DD goodluck


  • bigperm
    November 5

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    What a beautiful progession

    all the way to the clincher at the end. The diction you've used is vivid and paints such great images. I could quote so many lines, so I'll reserve to say that I enjoy your style immensely and look forward to checking more out.


  • Stickboy
    November 4

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    you always write amazing poems and this one has not disappointed me its a very powerful and beautiful poem even if its sad,
    Sean