Passion Poem by Cameron Taft

She stands with careful grace
glides with elegance and control
The passion etched onto her face
Dance, has taken its toll

Her ligaments strip loose
her hips click under pressure
Yet she remains vigilant like a spruce
Only she has an air, much fresher

She finds her step
drives every movement with heart
her body sings with pep
to her, dancing is an art

While she dances she loses track of time
the world becomes simple
her heart mimics the metronome like a mime
and what you see on her face is a smile, some dimples

See art comes in many different forms
from painting and in dance
passion rages through her heart like many storms
every time she leaps, she takes a chance

This doesn't bother her, it's something she can bare
Jordyn without dance is a lung with out air
she rises up like a phoenix from the ashen
but she does what she does because this is her..


Passion