Annual Events

Beautiful,

            Forgotten Dance.

                        Forsaken.

Multitudes in Spring

            inexperienced

            young ballerinas, a new.

Offered this year

            girls of many- will come.

Wanting to be on stage.

            Hungry the young.  Dancing Desired

Each dances & looks different

            yet all dance to the same song.

Practice they must

              hard work-determination.

                             Perfection is each one.

Dancers embraced

              bringing life to the stage;

              juveniles dance their own dance.

Fighting for space;

              All their own.

                             Recognition they seek.  The spot light they lust.

Cause in darkness they with their dream would wither.

              For the light they

                                                  leap   and twirl

                            Towards the warmth they      lunge.

Pushing and Fighting

              some not so quick

                              experience lacked.

No other little ballerinas take notice.

               The Unfortunate unnoticed- undone.

The others are too focused

               Concentration

                               To the light.

The girls who don’t make it

                 have weakened

                                                  fallen-broken

                                                                       off.

The little but strong

                survived their first dance.

Smiling at each other

             jealousy subsides.

Competition

              But new friends

                                       congratulate one another.

         NOW DANCING BEGINS.

A Breeze.

               Wind blows.

                                  Dancing in the wind.

Harmony lacked –  soon comes in time.

New song  – Dance learned..

                           Together now One.

Dance

            Dances

                         Go by.

Few girls lost.

Bonds build from ballerinas that remain.

   The dance must go on.

Time Passes

            Days

              Months

           go by.

Effects each one dancer.

              Aging occurs

              many hide age in colors.

Their youthful colors fade fast.

     Hide Now- behind

     different reds, browns, or back blonde.

                            Dance now grows difficult.

BREEZE BLOWS

   bruises brittle bodies.

Weather Warm

               grows cold.

               Ballerinas   now   fragile.

               Older-meek

Ladies sense a storm

     on the horizon.

Their own death, they can see.

SNOW FALL

Snow- they’ll freeze.

Too Old for the COLD.

            IDEA

Warmth by dancing.

One last dance together

                             before death.

It’s cold

                  they’re old and real weak.

                  Happy for one more dance

                               And their chance for fame.

Graciously they don’t bow out.

They will dance.  No need for practice.

United sisters together they dance.

This is all they know

              life spent on stage.

Bonds they’ve all grown-to each other

                                                   built friendships

                                                                          & love.

For-

          danced on the same stage

                                                  Together-life long.

                They die dancing.

Their purpose served.

                        Empty left the stage.

Perished –

                  Each one.

   Stage deserted.

But hope not lost.

Blackened stage.

   Some stages see decades- out living all dancers.

                Numb they’ve become.

     No feeling for the numbers

                                            that this year has brought –

                                                                        they’ve perished gone away.

Next year births the new

                                                            ballerinas.

               Dances to learn.

The year to come brings girls a new.

            Little ballerinas.

        Not yet birthed- will seek the same.

Bringing life from the spotlight,

                                             Eager for their turn.

Together they’ll dance

                        Same story

                                different song.

                 They’ll age together.

                                          Older. Old.

                They too will meet defeat.

                          Old age comes fast.

The Old

            Lost

                   Forgotten.

       No memories remain

of last years prized pupils.        

   Nothing

                                       Remains.

Vanished.

    They’re gone.

No one looks behind.                  Enchanted- makes them forget.

       Hypnotized by youth.

                                They practice.  To perform.

New dances are done.

              For they too lust the spot light.

                     They               Leap.

                                           They   Lunge.

            Some attention desired

                                                before they’re gone.

       Recognition from the spotlight.

       The purpose of their life. Dancing in the Sun.

LIFE OF A LEAF