Miroslava Odalovic

Rookie - 87 Points (Montenegro)

The Death Of A Ballerine - Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

as of tomorrow brought aside
room cornered snares
your ballet shoes cast
the feet in sorrow can no longer glide
the caring sun spares
your dance of dust

you're here to prove
the sun never sets
for beautiful hearts
and their pirouettes

corner-alone
too tiny a dress
and naked shoulders
eyes made of stone
dark line can guess
the sight that smoulders
heart piercing sigh
in an empty gape
so wishful to die
but no escape
too tired to move
the music starts

you're here to prove
the sun never sets
for beautiful hearts
and their pirouettes

you'll stand up and fetch
those white laced shoes
put your hand up and catch
the final moves
an empty chair watches
a sight in despair
darkness encroaches
swallows the air

the doors knock open
all corridors free
a curled lock token
in the light to see

you're here to prove
the sun never sets
for beautiful hearts
and their pirouettes


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 11, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, December 12, 2011


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