Poetry In Motion
simply a poem
She dances because she can
there are no judges there are no rules
no need to be graceful and
she can jump or flip her hair to what does it matter
nobody should even care.
the girl is happy and she laughs as she twirls
she could care less if people think of her as crazy
neither tall nor slender and eyes of brown not crystal blue,
with a bruise on her elbow and a cut on her knee
some people would think that she is not so pretty
for her hair is not wavy and her legs are stubby
the girl just dances and not for you to see
she does it for herself to feel the wind in her hair
her feet stomping and her blood pumping
there is no music playing she dances to her own beat
to me she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen
she is poetry in motion oh what a sight to see.
About the Creator
Kevin Klabon
I am an artist, a musician, an author, a poet, a magician of the written word.
I live no life without pen and paper, or a paintbrush in hand.
If you could share your love for what I love, I would love you to the moon.
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Without another thought and as quick as a blink, I rush into Love's arms. She smiles like a bride as we embrace. Then, we both begin to weep, my pouts sounding like an injured child. Her breath smells like peppermint, but it is her skin, ever so soft and lightly perfumed.
By Kevin Klabon3 years ago in Poets
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