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
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This is where I "pour out" the elixirs my mind mixes up, be they in written form or photographic. Hopefully, I can serve up something you enjoy.
For a more Candid look at who I am, please visit my other blog.
Author's Note: All work on this blog (photographs and creative writing) is copyrighted property of the author, and should not be used or reproduced without express permission. Thank you.
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3 comments:
"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.
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. ;-)
I wish I could dance like that.
The poem was also a beautiful thing.
I liked them both. Excellent inspiration!
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