Charl JF Cilliers

Gold Star - 5,763 Points (25 January 1941 / Cape Town, South Africa)

The Dancer - Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Would she ever admit
the dance is an illusion?

No, she would never think to quit,
allowing the slightest intrusion

of a watcher’s habit
of confusion.

Nor would she sacrifice the art
to that confusion ever present in her heart.

Topic(s) of this poem: dance

Form: Verse

Comments about The Dancer by Charl JF Cilliers

  • (11/10/2015 5:55:00 AM)

    Dancing is a performing art and as an artist she may be loyal to her art. Beautifully expounded. Thanks for sharing.10 points. (Report) Reply

    Charl Cilliers (11/10/2015 8:36:00 AM)

    Thank you for your response, Ratnakar!
    Best wishes

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 10, 2015

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