Contemplating.

Contemplating.
Wayzata, Minnesota

Monday, November 11, 2013

The Mag - Edgar - 193

If it were not for dreams there would not be such a thing as ballet, the cruelest of the performing arts." - Author Unknown

 

THE MAG
 


Edgar Degas 1895 - 96, Danseuse ajustant sa bretelle.

 
The curtain opens, upon empty chairs, and once the music plays, she dances into the darkness of her soul.
 
 
The Ballerina's Pointe
 
Lights once filled this ballroom
each pirouette and every leap
in perfect harmony.
 
Until this her last pointe
her final bow.
No more tiny steps
both elbows out
her hands claw through the air
as if warding off this
certainty.
She pursues
leading with heel
  body tight
tilting from toe to heel and back
she finds
 herself tripping
upon this
bleak and barren
Center stage. 
 Her moves
now of
shifting shadows
as she bows before her last hour
waiting for
Bravo, bravo,
which calls no more.
 
 
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8 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

quite haunting.

Cloudia said...

Truly!


ALOHA from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
=^..^= <3

Leovi said...

Beautiful poem, very evocative ...!

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Nicely done, Karen.
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sage said...

Kind of sad, it reminds me of the dancer that brought and restored the old opera hall at Death Valley Junction.

darlin said...

Powerful writing, very nice imagery! Good job Karen. I love the old photo as well, now that's a super old oldie!

humbird said...

Very emotional...I follow her each step...not tiny anymore...at least she knows who she is.....

Kutamun said...

Oh, like the stepford doll i just watched in Fellinis " Casanova " ...... Loved this