Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Steelshoe Ballerina; the Typewriter

steel shoe ballerina
awash across the stage
her grace not in the movement
but left in clumsy wake

others nimble and quick
quiet but not so bold
make impermanent statements
while she her silence holds

may she one day take up her crown?
will we remember and love again?
or shall she ever be forgot
alone, without hope, and dead?

a cold metal gleam her sadness
weary and wanting for one
but with no fibrous companion about
to etch her soul upon

then let the curtain draw upon her
alas audience close your minds
no longer is she a performer
but a fossil of remembered times

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