a singular moment
April 10, 2014 at 2:50 pm 10 comments
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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
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Dom DiFrancesco | April 10, 2014 at 4:13 pm
Awesome poem Kimberly, it really shows your love of dance. 🙂
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ItMatterstoGrey | April 10, 2014 at 5:39 pm
Big difference between alone and lonely.
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words4jp | April 10, 2014 at 5:44 pm
Very true.
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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.
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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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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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Kirsten | April 12, 2014 at 8:21 pm
Life is a “stage” of sorts. I think your poem was lovely.
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WB | April 11, 2014 at 5:42 am
Great poem, creative as always.
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words4jp | April 11, 2014 at 12:39 pm
thank you so very much:) you are too kind.
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Skye @ TheSanctuaryofMyHeart | April 14, 2014 at 12:54 am
So beautiful, Kimberly.