a singular moment

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briefest of moments…

anticipation flutters

alone – not lonely

purest of joy becomes strength

before the curtain rises…

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Paquita – 1987

dedicated to the artist in us all

10 Comments Add your own

1. Dom DiFrancesco | April 10, 2014 at 4:13 pm

Awesome poem Kimberly, it really shows your love of dance. 🙂
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2. ItMatterstoGrey | April 10, 2014 at 5:39 pm

Big difference between alone and lonely.
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- 3. words4jp | April 10, 2014 at 5:44 pm
  
  Very true.
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  - 4. words4jp | April 11, 2014 at 12:43 pm
    
    i have always been amazed how lonely it can be when surrounded by a lot of people. life has always generally felt like that.
5. Kirsten | April 10, 2014 at 11:55 pm

I could feel the dancer’s anticipation in the words of the poem. I always love when you write poetry about dancing!
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- 6. words4jp | April 11, 2014 at 12:42 pm
  
  thank you. the thing about this piece is – it really is more about the little things of life in general than the moment i was standing on a stage. 🙂
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  - 7. Kirsten | April 12, 2014 at 8:21 pm
    
    Life is a “stage” of sorts. I think your poem was lovely.
8. WB | April 11, 2014 at 5:42 am

Great poem, creative as always.
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- 9. words4jp | April 11, 2014 at 12:39 pm
  
  thank you so very much:) you are too kind.
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10. Skye @ TheSanctuaryofMyHeart | April 14, 2014 at 12:54 am

So beautiful, Kimberly.
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