Isadora Poem by Ima Ryma
Isadora
Isadora Duncan did be
One who performed to great acclaim.
A wonderful dancer was she,
Achieving both fortune and fame.
In 1927 on
September 14th ill fate struck.
A long silken scarf she did don
That would become for her bad luck.
In an open air car she rode,
Speeding along the street with zeal,
Unaware of need to forbode.
The scarf tangled in the car wheel.
Isadora did die that day,
Strangled by her scarf was the way.
I know Isadora Duncan too, and truly a great tragedy her death. I am a very admirer from far from the books, aptly worded, dear poetess!
You wrote it well, clearly and with compassion. But it still remains such a terribly sad tragedy.
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5/5/2024 12:37:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A very tragic accident, a car accident is tragic already, but this caused she was strangled by her own scarf, how eerie! Your Bio poem deserves 5 Stars full, dear Ima.Fantastically worded.