I can picture you <br />In your dancer's persona <br />Scissoring across a stage <br />Filled with prima ballerinas <br />Their staccato toes <br />Stuttering across the floor, <br />Or your limber form <br />Among a sea of sinuous bodies <br />Writhing and straining to <br />The primitive beat of <br />Modern and ethnic dance. <br />And I can envision you <br />In your writer's guise <br />Head bent, pen flying across <br />The pages of your journal <br />words flowing more quickly <br />Than pen can write. <br />Or your thoughtful expression <br />Head inclined, eyes towards heaven <br />Pen tapping your lips <br />As you await poetic inspiration <br />For the words to offer themselves <br />To your altar of creativity.<br /><br />Elizabeth Coleman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poet-dancer/
