The blue, blind dancer slips on the floor,
And enhances the movement itself in an icy dance.
This woman is transformed
Alternatively
Into a bluebird
And vice versa.
More accurately,
She becomes a birdwoman
For an absolute motion.
From the depth of her soul,
Divine lights
Begin to overflow the space.
Small crystal pieces belonging to her sad feeling
Become roughly cube-shaped pieces of ice.
They roll in the middle of nowhere.
The blue sound is necessary to expound those words
In a natural and ordinary sense...
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The space, And give it the appropriate, necessary meaning it is work of third eye with common sense and intense training.. beautiful write with vivd description and depth....10 read mine' no separate ways, tragic end and sister in lasw
I love the idea of a blind dancer, I look around and try copying others when I dance, and pretty much constantly hash it up. In a way I wish I was a blind poetry reader, without influence, just me and my own style. Cool, thanks.
A humanist poem.and humanity ..really a nice poem... from a good poetess ///
Your blind dancer is a poem in blue. Very compelling and beautiful. Your words have wings.10/10. Warm regards, Sandra
From: Dick Badian (Netherlands ;) To: Marieta Maglas Date Time: 11/2/2009 6: 52: 00 PM (GMT -6: 00) Subject: Re: forever yours hello Marietta. I promise i will get deeper in your work. I sniffed arround.saw some beautifull pieces.so as soon as i can find more time I will dive into your thoughts. kind regards stuiterdick
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem to read! Floating or dancing it is difficult to feel!