*little star*

August 28, 2014 at 2:00 pm 16 comments


have you seen my little star?

high up in the sky?

she is quite unique,

~ unlike the others ~

not very big


shine too bright.


most nights you will never see her

as she hides behind the moon ~

polishing her pointes,

practicing her twinkles


waiting patiently to hear my tune.


one night,

when you look up in the sky

you will know

~ undoubtedly ~

which star is mine…

she is the one that is leaping


twirling about

dancing until the end of time…

Entry filed under: dance, dancing, dreams, feelings, human nature, life, nighttime, Personal, poetry, ponderings, Relationships, self expression, stars, the sky, thoughts, writing. Tags: , , , , , , , .

flying lights to soar…far

16 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Mytwosentences  |  August 28, 2014 at 2:34 pm

    Elegant as always.

    • 2. words4jp  |  August 29, 2014 at 2:33 am

      A star wearing tutu! Leaping over clouds and twirling in the breeze. Yes, I can see the elegance in this. To a waltz – Lehar’s Merry Widow waltz. 😉

  • 3. Paul Handover  |  August 28, 2014 at 2:35 pm

    “dancing until the end of time.” Never let go of that!

    • 4. words4jp  |  August 29, 2014 at 2:29 am

      I will try not to. I will always be dancing somewhere……. 😉 xx

  • 5. The Adventures of Rosebud  |  August 28, 2014 at 3:20 pm

    I can sense a Prima Ballerina star 🙂 Lovely, happy poem!

  • 6. aFrankAngle  |  August 28, 2014 at 3:25 pm

    A positive journey around inspiration.

    • 7. words4jp  |  August 29, 2014 at 2:28 am

      Thanks;). I was picturing a star wearing a tutu dancing on stage at Music Hall. This is where I imagine all of my dances – dreams. 🙂

      • 8. aFrankAngle  |  August 29, 2014 at 10:29 am

        It’s a special venue in many ways!

  • 9. InfiniteZip  |  August 28, 2014 at 3:32 pm

    Oh I will watch for your little star:) I’ll wave too:) nice my friend.

    • 10. words4jp  |  August 29, 2014 at 2:27 am

      It would be the one wearing a tutu!

  • 11. poetslave  |  August 28, 2014 at 5:08 pm

    Is that you in the funny hat? Said the Postman to the rat; Is that your Cat; said the Berry to the breeze; is that your mat said the donkey to the person, Is that what; said the question mark to the other Ws. Think we might get on, said the star to the guitar; think so too said the maid to the brigadoon. Follow-up soon, said the soldier to the nurse, who’d taken such great care of his arm, that she had it pointed straight to THAT star; not so far really….

  • 13. hitandrun1964  |  August 29, 2014 at 1:05 am

    So sweet and wonderful.

    • 14. words4jp  |  August 29, 2014 at 2:18 am

      Thank you. I was thinking of the song…. And then I was picturing a star wearing a tutu:)

  • 15. globalunison  |  August 29, 2014 at 1:26 am

    ‘Dancing until the end if time’ – I must say what an end to it!! Great one like always! 🙂


    • 16. words4jp  |  August 29, 2014 at 2:07 am

      Thank you so very much. 😉 you are so sweet. xx


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