s./j. goldner

Rookie (March 2nd,1984 / USA)

Dancer's Will - Poem by s./j. goldner

To run up the steps with my pink ballet bag,
these days I'd give anything to hear you nag:
“Stop talking! Put your shoulders down,
dancers grow square—not round.”
Square indeed, for I didn't want the discipline
when I was running the only race I could win.

You stopped correcting me—you almost gave up,
it was then I should've cared to be good enough.
'Cause all I wanted was to make you proud
despite the occassional role of class clown.
It's as simple as that,
but there's so much more in fact.

Leaving has been my biggest regret,
but I'm not ready to let go of anything yet.
Enraptured in dreams—I can feel it still
so consider this my dancer's will:
I owe a debt that cannot be paid
for it's a matter of whether we burn out or fade.

If success is weighed by how many times
you've stood out in your world,
consider me the wealthiest of girls.
Yet if success is gathered by how many truths
you've stayed true to since you were small,
consider me the most broke of them all.

Though there's something there I cannot describe—
an inner chord of a dancer's vibe.
'Take it or Leave it' need not apply—
it's there in your heart so don't bother with why.
Something will remain forever sublime
when you've formed a different kind of line.**

Here's a verse for every year that's passed;
a word for every dream that's been cast.
you try to bury what's deep inside,
when you wake one day to find
the treasure you had so long ago,
you have only just begun to know....


Comments about Dancer's Will by s./j. goldner

  • (5/27/2007 4:12:00 PM)


    In the brave and generous sense, this is a very gallant poem You shine in the lines and stanzas of this one. Take care. Beauty is very fragile.

    Always your friend,

    Sandra
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  • (3/11/2007 4:54:00 AM)


    A piece you can't help but follow the line to the finish. Lots of heart-and reality. (Report) Reply

  • (11/20/2006 7:58:00 PM)


    from fellow dancer to another-'a dancers will' that really is something to admire, so very true all of it....thanks for this -alexzia (Report) Reply

  • (5/28/2006 5:10:00 PM)


    I trained as a dancer - I swear I could smell the studio as I was reading this. Nice one.
    Hugs
    Anna xxx
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  • (5/21/2006 2:53:00 PM)


    hey! this is really good. i can remember my days of being a little dancer and leaping across the stage. heh. it wasnt for me. im to crazy. (Report) Reply

  • (5/20/2006 1:57:00 AM)


    I just returned to this one - I've read it with relish before. How can we know the dancer from the dance? And it was really nice of you to mention me in the title! (Report) Reply

  • (5/18/2006 2:51:00 AM)


    To run up the steps with my pink ballet bag,
    these days I'd give anything to hear you nag:
    'Stop talking! Put your shoulders down,
    dancers grow square—not round.'
    Square indeed, for I didn't want the discipline
    when I was running the only race I could win.

    You stopped correcting me—you almost gave up,
    it was then I should've cared to be good enough.
    'Cause all I wanted was to make you proud
    despite the fact I was the class clown.
    It's as simple as that,
    but there's so much more in fact.

    Leaving has been my biggest regret,
    This poem with realistic images and visions make a strong heartful effect on us.
    Poetry which makes great effect on our life and in its depth and the darkside
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  • (5/16/2006 7:46:00 AM)


    I love the tone of your poems, Susan, and the ease with which your language flows, elegantly, almost like that of a ballet dancer. This takes me to the theme of your poem: you have illustrated in form and style that the dancer in you, which you call a dancer's will, is still alive but has taken a different 'line'. The beats with which your poetry throbs reminds me of the easy but studied steps of a ballet dancer. Best Wishes. Susie. (Report) Reply

  • (5/11/2006 9:58:00 AM)


    boy, it sure sucks to look back with regret the things you could have accomplished if you had an iota of discipline. the story of my life.

    Jake
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  • (5/8/2006 3:09:00 PM)


    You're right - you should never quit dancing. I almost did last year, and I'm so happy I didn't. Lydia,13. (Report) Reply

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (5/6/2006 6:53:00 PM)


    SUSANJANE...THANK YOU FOR YOUR COMMENTS ON MY WORK.
    I JUST GOT FINISHED READING 'MY DANCER'S WILL ', SO I KNOW YOU
    MUST HAVE BEEN JUST SPOOFIN' WITH ME ABOUT BEING INSIGNIFICANT...FOR THERE IS NO INSIGNIFICANCE ABOUT YOU, SUSANJANE...YOU HAVE A SPRITELY KEEN FLAIR FOR BROAD
    IMAGERY..GOOD WRITERS TAKE YOU INTO THEIR WORK 'TIL THE CLOSE.
    GREAT WRITERS KEEP YOU THERE TO MUSE UPON...DON'T PUT THAT PEN DOWN, ESPECIALLY WHILE YOUR VERSEAL JUICES & INTUITIES ARE
    FLOWING EVERCLEAR...I'II BE CHECKING OUT MORE OF YOUR ARTISTRYIN THE COMING DAY'S...VERY NICE WRITE...A PERFECT (10) !

    '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''~F. J. R.~''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
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  • (5/4/2006 1:10:00 PM)


    I like your 'tude grrrl. 'If success... most broke of them all.' (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 4, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 21, 2010


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