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Black out
Then suddenly
Lights flash
And it begins
Soon the stage
Is filled with moving figures
Winding around each other
A pirouette here
A chassé and a kick there
All the colors merge together
A unit of dancers working as one
Glitter falls from their mobile bodies
Costumes whirling as they prance
It is not a show up there
It is a way of life
A form of word
That is left unspoken
And soon the final note blares
And the beings break away
Into a separate stance
One last chance for an impression
The lights fade slowly
Giving the audience one last glimpse
At the graceful dancers
Glistening with sweat
After a job well done
There is a silent moment
As the viewers take in
What they had just witnessed
And then the auditorium is
Filled with thundering applause
Some give a whistle or two
A standing ovation
Flowers are thrown at the stage
As the lights flash once again
Revealing the talent as they take a bow
And cheer right back at the audience
A magical experience
Just occurred here
One that pushed the body
And the soul to the limit
The dancers take one more look
Up at the shimmering lights
Which accented them so beautifully
As they sang their song with their bodies
Expressing their deepest secrets
Without saying a word
Once again it is dark
The show is over
But at the same time, not
As the dancers leave the theatre
Dance bags slung over their shoulders
Their souls are back on stage
One with the dance
- by Standing x Ovation |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/30/2009 |
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- Title: One with the Dance
- Artist: Standing x Ovation
- Description: This is a poem I wrote a little while ago. I've been dancing for most of my life and it is my passion. It is what keeps me alive and thriving.
- Date: 11/30/2009
- Tags: with dance
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Comments (1 Comments)
- gh3tto8uddha - 12/03/2009
- I can almost see the performance in front of me with the feeling you put into your words. Very well written and detailed if I may say so.
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