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
Rhapsody resounds, resonating for eons, what'll be your echo?

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ReplyDeleteI am glad Kathy that you can relate to this. It is such a pleasure to hear from you. Thank you so much.
DeleteBeautiful imagery. Nicely done!
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DeleteI really love this poem, Ruby! The title, too : )
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kymm. Your compliment is all the more cherished because I am usually not very convinced with my titles. Thank you once again
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