The Dancer

The dim shudder, like falling grains of sand

A generating crescendo - the clapping of hands

Last forever among ample screams

Roaring outcries - covered in dreams

Diminished away to trickling streams

 

An immaculate silence; personified death

The music then starts - you hold your breath

The lights glow bright

Not a soul in sight

They're enveloped in a grand, blue shrouded night

 

Put on a smile, only then will it stay

Don't show your fear, tuck that away

Raise up your eyes

Towards the skies

Cut off the straggling ends to these ties  

 

Close your mind, just 5 minutes left 

Stand your ground; just face your theft 

Your arms and your feet 

They sway with the beat 

Forcing the crowd to the edge of their seat 

 

Pick up the pace; the climax is here 

Hold your heart tight; it might disappear 

Lost on the stage 

A captive book's page 

Forevermore held from this day and this age

 

The act then abruptly comes to an end 

Now your soul you're left to amend 

Leave the rest be 

Another far-off memory 

Gone forever in your dreams 

Reviews

[Erin Lee]

I love "a captive book's page." I can see the book and I can see the dancer. The flow of this poem FEELS like it's dancing. Well done!

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

I love this poem. There is a great feeling that comes from being on stage
that everyone should experience just once.

[nostal]

Very poetic?
I don't know.
Great job.

[alan khan]

i liked this a lot. kickass. nice job.

[Deepshikha]

Hehehehehe.
Words cannot express how much I really love this poem. No, really, I think it's like, MY poem- that one piece of lit that you really connect to? Yeah, that. >_<
YOU SPOKE AND I LISTENED! :D
"Pick up the pace; the climax is here /
Hold your heart; it might dissapear /
Lost on the stage /
Like a captive book's page /
Forevermore held from this day and age"
Favourite lines!
And your flow is brilliant. It just rolls off the tongue. [: