The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on hips, head held high, The silken gown, barely there, A tilt of neck, balanced well, The sultry glance, timed right, Perfect half twirl, played twice, With a graceful swirl, she turns back. The world looks on with stolen breath, Oohs, aahs, applauds, encores. The showstopper’s yesterday, Now hangs in a gallery, Fading parchment, guarded unnecessarily. No shadows of glamour come a-chasing, For vacant eyes and sagging skin, For shattering illusions, hanging questions, Am I never going back? Linking with The Mag : Mag 147 Linking with Write on Edge : The Red Writing Hood - The Gallery Linking with My blog can beat up your blog : 100 Word Song : Never going back to Ok Linking with The Velvet Verbosity : 100 Words - Breath
Love "The clamour/Of/Remnants of the day." Lots of great vowel sounds and rhyme, wonderful rhythm.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Jennifer
DeleteSounds exactly like me when I try to meditate! Love they rhythm of this, Ruby!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kymm.
DeleteVery nice...the word "dithery" is perfect.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Meg.
DeleteNice write about meditating. Yeah, meditating is ignoring the external noise and paying attention to the noise within, or something like it. :-)
ReplyDeleteYeah something like it :)
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