Treasure Island

Dianne Michele Dumas

(01/09/19965 / United States of America)

The Dancers Stage


Telling her story with silent gesture
A space is modified into structure
A path, a threshold, it is the ritual
The expression and emotion are quite spiritual
Movement and music telling a story
About her passion and all of its glory
As the drums beat with all their thunder
She leaps and lands without a blunder
Twirling and spinning without hesitation
As her heart dwells in the victory of admiration

Submitted: Sunday, September 22, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013

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Inspired by Architecture 280 at Portland State University.
I dedicate this to Professor Nora Wendl

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