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
Dear Ruby,
ReplyDeleteShort and nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
This is beautiful! Loved the imagery.
ReplyDeleteThank you Shailaja.
DeleteA lot said in so few words
ReplyDeleteI did try Kalpana but this is my first tanka and I think it is not very crisp
DeleteThank you for your encouragement
DeleteBeautiful imagery. You've captured winter and the photo!
ReplyDeleteThank you Yolanda for your kind words.
DeleteLovely to visualize this!
ReplyDeleteThank you Marcy. It is lovely to hear from you
DeleteThat's beautiful and peaceful. Great take.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much
DeleteShort and sweet! Don't be so hard on yourself, your tanka told us everything it needed to!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Dale for such encouraging kind words.
DeleteShort, sweet and beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.
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