A swinging female dancer
With divine gestures
Leavesmarks on the sand dunes.
She touched -
It felt like nothing.
She moved -
It tapped not.
She swung-
It produced no sound of whiff.
She was an opaque
So marvellous
So composed
So ryhtematic.
Divinity - her display
Silence - her clamour.
She,
A shadow of a bruised
Painfully crafting divisive lines
To earth the cracks so wide open.
An attentive spectator murmured
your are singing deity - a Nirtiki-
Dancing like standing daffodils
On the field front
Like a profound shadow of insubstantial pageant.
very beautiful and powerful imaginary write indeed... thanks 10+++
xoubia, a remarkable write indeed. I like the way you have split the person in your poem by portraying the outward beauty and a whithering inner self... A Ten Spot..
Beautiful write.......... You made words dance to your tune.
picture runs in my mind while reading your lines.....a dance said by words...much creative and charmin....wonderful write.......mere daffodil....sebastine.....
The picturisation of the dancer is enthralling.. I liked the line 'silence her clamour' a great deal... very beautiful..
The theme of a dancing girl is always enthralling, , treated here with very finre words and stanzaic pattern, , , lovely read, ,10
shadows keep on dancing in the poem. it reminds me old civilizations. Nicely penned.
fine verse, you made your beautiful words dance to the tunes of your exquisite pen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fine poetry xobia, , , some thoughts and imagination put in a beautiful way, , , , keep writing, , a 10