Dancer Poem by William Chaplar

Dancer



Medium: Bone and sinew that made up the body fair.
Hue: The color of the clothes she wore.
Brushstrokes: Feet that bore the artist nimbly through the air.
Canvas: Where those feet touched on the floor.
A masterpiece in motion was the dancer on the move,
not much unlike a painter's work of art.
But rather than a canvas that's displayed inside the Louvre,
her artistry's etched solely on the heart.

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Gajanan Mishra 27 February 2013

A master piece in motion. thanks.

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William Chaplar

William Chaplar

Trenton, New Jersey
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