Monday, August 13, 2007

The Dance

So graceful, elegant
Fluid and sinuous
A beauty unmatched in nature
Such splendor, magnificence
A vision of brilliance
They dance, entrance
Pure passion in action
With fervor, devotion
They’re romance in motion
A love story told
In paces and strides
His ebb to her flow
When the music ceases,
And the dance has ended
They part.
A dream suspended.

(c) Copyright 2007 Karina

A bit of my inspiration below:


julia said...

"A love story told
In paces and strides"

I love those lines - I am a HUGE dance fanatic, and though I'm a writer, I find the purest expression of love comes when I'm watching a pas de deux like that marvellous clip you shared. That rocked.

Karina said...

Thanks Julia. Those are actually my favorite two lines as well.

Like you, I am a writer (or consider myself to be one anyway), but find dance to be one of the purest forms of art, there's just something about it that escapes even words. I knew I needed to write something about that clip, or not so much the "clip" as the feeling it evoked in me, but it took a while to be able to actually do it. That particular routine brought me to tears with it's passion and angst. Well, I could go on forever, but I'll just let it speak for itself. ;-)

JennieBoo said...

I wish I could dance like that.

The poem was also a beautiful thing.

I liked them both. Excellent inspiration!