The Ballerina Who Never Danced Poem by Paul Hartal

Her name was Anna,
Anna from the Savanna.

She wished to be
a prima ballerina,
of all earthly places,
in steamy Louisiana.

But she spent much time
on the winding road,
traveling a la mode
with her friend Susanna,
a girl from Montana.

Then, on a sunny day
of life's bizarre fate list,
the aspiring ballerina
met a young and able artist,
a sculptor of great charisma.

Her body attractive,
with a well-styled hairdo,
as a model she was keen
and he created for her
a life size bronze statue
and he polished it green.

Now her beautiful figure
became frozen in time,
suspended in space,
with an enigmatic face.

A sculpted ballerina
Anna of the Savanna
from then on
stood motionless,

in the timelessness
of a persistent ambition,
sailing on a rolling reel
of permanent aspiration.

An unfulfilled dream,
her fading biography
dissolves gradually,
like frothy, foamy cream
in a cup of black coffee.