|
smoke and mirrors (revision)
by Stephanie KentBattered satin rapidly brushes familiar flooring;
Frame held rigid, with subtle head and hands just so.
Tulle clings, adhered, to the poised outline;
The dancer inhales.
I am learning to make magic...
10/26/2005 Posted on 10/26/2005
Copyright © 2024 Stephanie Kent
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Vimal Rony on 11/01/05 at 11:29 PM Even though I feel that something is not connecting with me properly in this poem (coz normally when I read ur poems I get the full connection quickly)it still has the stamp of ur unique imagery and style which always promises a wonderful read. |
| 
