Hunter Dasten Poems
|2.||The Perfect Word||7/6/2009|
|6.||An Immutable Act||7/6/2009|
|8.||That Little Girl With Her Hands To The Sky||7/6/2009|
|9.||She Watches The Sunset||1/27/2010|
|10.||When The Storm Comes Around||7/6/2009|
|11.||Beneath A Copper-Tint Sky||7/6/2009|
|12.||A Ballerina's Dance||7/6/2009|
A Ballerina's Dance
Her feet float above the stage
as if carried by some unseen force.
From my view among the generally admitted
I can hardly make out the details of her face.
But those graceful movements are so alluring
each subtle step, precise, and all consuming.
She is the most vulnerable of all artists,
performing a dance that demands every emotion soak through her skin.
Each fluid movement pulls from the reservoir of her experience.
Trained from a young age to move agilely across the stage,
bearing the weight of the world upon her shoulders;
My Ballerina has more ...