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he ballet slipper with intellectual ribbon ties Glittered with dullness and an infinite like Of pink cup cakes and telephonists phoney Helpfulnessnessness. Less is less after all The athletic altitude male dancer scissored tights And flashed on the grin of white lights That gained him tumultuous rapport and applause From the audience of lethargic fake appreciative bores The bend, the kick, the twist, the contortion, the tuille The end, the flick, the mist, the distortion, the fool The courtyard of sentinel dancers in one motion Brain power in one little florid flushed swirl of fairy There is intelligence in the small and pretty me Mandolin myriads and dryads in bead hidings Flowering cascades of delicate toughness and clouds Wishful empty fullness and out of time men in Slim trousers. Similar to difference only inbetween The two balustrades of heavenly concoctions Fragranced in sheer flimsy wisps of voile and freesias A man- a man from a man- born to not be at all A dancing man whose wish wings go towards the moon And reaches out for his one, his love, his dark angel. Fantasia days, all lovely and too untouched by the Earth. Magic caresses and tresses or lilac times Torrid whirls of jewels not found down here Lamisos, puria, dervigulos, baretuo, xevulos Sparkle like spark sparkling fairy breaths foooo Whispers of loud shattering leaps and whoops As the dancers become their objects-they are the birds They are the nature; the true beauty and mystery Men of love, of light, curled up like the sun Shining like a magic star so brilliant and mine Yours are mine not yours are mine mine are not yours mine Mind your manners, impeccable boy, must be velvet And lots of neatly coiffured lace and then do your Leapy thing high in the ether low in the mind Medium middle fiddle scrape a tune then Stroke the tune so it sounds all wonderously Wonder. Awe and Thaw. Fast slow sizable Paced kicks. And then it ends. Sigh. Sigh.
jasmine maddock
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Lori Boulard (8/11/2006 9:56:00 AM)
I realy love this, Jasmine; it, well, dances. As a dancer, I think you capture so much of the feeling and wispiness of that whole world. I love the lines 'Wishful empty fullness and out of time men in slim trousers' and 'fantasia days, all lovely and too untouched by the Earth.' Poems in themselves. Truth be told, it would be much stronger without the first four lines. My opinion only; look forward to reading more from you. |
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