the ballerina

July 9, 2014 at 3:00 pm 13 comments



purity of lines

grace and strength emanating

beauty of ballet



Paquita 2

a lifetime ago…



Entry filed under: art, artist, ballet, beauty, dance, haiku, Personal, poetry, ponderings, thoughts, words. Tags: , , , , .

Wordless Wednesday – the last drive of the day miles and miles

13 Comments Add your own

  • 1. redgladiola  |  July 9, 2014 at 3:30 pm

    Beautiful art to another beautiful art! ❤

  • 2. Dom DiFrancesco  |  July 9, 2014 at 8:44 pm

    Just amazing, both the poetry and dance. You capture it so well.

    • 3. words4jp  |  July 10, 2014 at 3:18 am

      Thank you. This piece actually came about as a comment in made on someone’s site about a photograph of a dancer. I have always seen dance as lines in space – which has molded my brain into seeing lines in all movement. I think this is what the discipline of dance training inspires- Just like a musician hears music in things or all things….

      • 4. Dom DiFrancesco  |  July 10, 2014 at 7:42 pm

        I certainly admire those that can dance because to put it simply…I can’t. I have two left feet and they are both very big. 🙂

      • 5. words4jp  |  July 10, 2014 at 11:24 pm

        I bet you are a good dancer. 😉

  • 6. hitandrun1964  |  July 9, 2014 at 10:49 pm

    Not really…she’s still there.

  • 7. Jonathan Caswell  |  July 10, 2014 at 1:03 am

    AND….painful toes after shows!

    • 8. words4jp  |  July 10, 2014 at 11:29 pm

      Yes, you are right. Very painful:). Thanks for the reblog:)

      I must get caught up with your blog – been busy with boys and work. I will get over to your site – I promise:)

  • 9. Jonathan Caswell  |  July 10, 2014 at 1:04 am

    Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:

  • 10. hitandrun1964  |  July 10, 2014 at 3:21 am

    I still didn’t get Pee’s picture:( I hope it wasn’t lost. I thought you said you mailed it, but maybe I misunderstood.

    • 11. words4jp  |  July 10, 2014 at 11:28 pm

      I have it – I can’t get to the post office. It is on my desk downstairs. I am now placing in my work bag – to take to work tomorrow. To mail.

      I apologize. I am so scattered brained right now. I need the planet to stop. For one day. Not move…..

  • 12. Brenda Davis Harsham  |  July 10, 2014 at 3:49 am

    That is gorgeous! You? Wow!!!

    • 13. words4jp  |  July 10, 2014 at 11:25 pm

      Sorry for this late response – yes, that is me. From centuries ago. I cannot wait to read your ballet piece……..:)


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