Adagio, Then Allegro

 

Satin slippers worn from pirouettes upon the stage

With their ribboned laces tucked inside a yellowed page

Of music by Tchaikovsky where she danced in center view

Before the philharmonic as she bid the crowd adieu

 

Ballerinas rise before the world and take their fame

Adagio – then allegro her fans forget her name

The hours pass before the glass then beauty disappears

As music plays within her mind the memories appear

 

Years of wine and roses stain the shadows on her wall

Gathering her leotard she’s feeling oh so small

The phonograph is playing in the cobwebs where she lay

Dreaming of the glory of a hundred yesterdays

 

As she floats about the lake in perfect arabesque

The lovely princess in her gown extremely statuesque

Sheds a single tear for all the days that she held dear

Filled with hope and promise that she clung to through the years

 

 

©Kay Salady

 

 

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on June 30, 2011, in poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.

  1. Simply lovely. Feels like a walk beside the lake, remembering

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  2. its simply beautiful. love your images!

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  3. Shaik.Hussain

    Fantastic angel!!!!

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  4. Fantastic story, though tis a sad end indeed!

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  5. This is so beautiful. I love watching ballerinas but their lives can be very challenging and very sad. My ballet teacher came alive with dancing, even after seriously injuring her back she taught dance as rehabilitation till she recovered. I know that without dancing she would be devastated.

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  6. the image impresses,
    creative thoughts, well penned piece.

    Happy Rally.

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  7. Great poem.. I love the following lines..

    :”Dreaming of the glory of a hundred yesterdays”
    &
    “Sheds a single tear for all the days that she held dear
    Filled with hope and promise that she clung to through the years”

    You have created a dancer’s life out here!!

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  8. I am delighted to have done well with this poem. Thanks to everyone for their wonderful comments! Blessings~

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  9. Just wonderful I used to perform as a classical musician before some injuries forced me to stop. So I could really relate to your poem.

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    • I’m sorry to hear that, Madeleine. As always, I sincerely appreciate all of your wonderful comments. Thank you dear!

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  10. Sweet and beautiful.

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  11. cinnamon blues

    Really enjoyed this lyrical poem.

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  12. Virtual Sinner

    This view of the arts is a bit on the gloomy side.

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  13. The first paragraph! Lovely. I like how you drive the story forwards by linking the shoes to the notes to the music to the dancing… Etcetera. Maybe a little more of that in the rest of the poem would’ve made it even greater, but even without it, I think it’s a good poem.

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