Dear Isadora
pursuit of the exotic
pointing toward the dark
your barefoot wildness
swirling under scarves
while madcap friends
sing havoc for your dance
~
on that decisive ride
you fell across the void
like a mindless curl of wind
merging with the nub of night
we wait with bated breath
for your encore curtain call
Dear Isadora.
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Totally Optional Prompt this week: write a poem about a first in your life.
I must have had seconds rather than firsts so I'm taking the optional route...although this poem reflects a first for Ms. Duncan.
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8 comments:
Its very nice original poem!
Love this!
Powerful, and capturing the essence of myth.
Excellent job.
The effect was cumulative for me. By the end I thought I had an image of Isadora.
very sweet!
I liked the way it started and ended.
book of myth or reality?
like a sweet ode to isadora, who sounded like a free spirit
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