I twist and turn;
I fly so high;
With grace and poise;
Balance in dance!
I wear toe- shoes;
I’m on my toes;
I fling my arms
And legs in charms.
I leap off ground!
The world’s dumb-found;
Stretching my limbs,
More than they go.
I’m dressed in white;
I’m strong and light;
Earth’s gravity
Frightens me not.
I dropp to earth,
Akin snow-flakes;
How feathers do,
And autumn leaves.
I keep my weight;
I love my fate;
I use the Barre;
I am a star.
With mind-control
I move each part;
I bend and curl,
And twirl and dart.
I spin top-like;
I sing in mike;
I’m famous now;
To me, all bow.
I love my stance,
The elegance,
The style of dance,
And circumstance.
But I am not
A butterfly!
I dance to tune,
Stop in mid-air!
I’ve trained for years;
I’ve shunned my fears;
I’ve learnt the craft;
’Tis now an art!
I love my exercises;
I like my enterprises;
I am a ballerina now;
I am a ballerina, Wow!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-27-2007
A joyful dance of words that epitomizes, in its staccato delivery, the determination of the dancer. They make the fiendishly difficult look so easy! What an art! Lovely poem. Allie xxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely beautiful. Your ballerina should receive many encores. Ten seems inadequate here. Take care. Warmest regards, Sandra