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the dancer

by David R Spellman

 
she painted me a picture
with her smooth lines
and rounded curves
which my eyes could
not help but graze;
with oils glistening
all rouge and scarlets
left to contrast
with my blush
 

09/15/2006

Posted on 09/17/2006
Copyright © 2020 David R Spellman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/17/06 at 08:34 PM

You speak volumes in a few lines. The last line really draws a vivid picture in my mind!

Posted by Mara Meade on 09/17/06 at 11:40 PM

Subtle but revealing, like an intimate whisper. I like this.

Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 09/22/06 at 12:39 PM

Great job David, loved the line "which my eyes could not help but graze". As Quentin said, this says so much in so few lines.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/25/06 at 12:58 AM

Much is left to our imagination here, which I like. I also love the colors contrasting with your blush. This has a subtle sensual feel about it. Nicely done.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/25/06 at 12:22 PM

Excellent combination of colours Dave, easily forming a clear picture on the canvas of the mind.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 09/26/06 at 06:28 PM

Hi David. This little poem is a true gem. Enjoyed it! Thanks.

Posted by Agnes Eva on 09/30/06 at 07:09 PM

it's like a Renoir, or better yet a Degas. lovely.

Posted by Gabrielle L Gervais on 10/25/06 at 04:54 AM

wonderfully written- your expression is deliberate and snug:)

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