Day #16 in the Poem-A-Day challenge brings us the prompt: pirouette. Born with a total lack of coordination, I've never been able to master the art of dance. My inspiration comes from a gift I wish I'd been given.
A PIROUETTE ROMANCE
A tiny girl in leotards
awaits her turn to dance.
She watches those who go before
a child within a trance.
From first position, it is clear
she’s worth more than a glance.
This tiny youth has much to share,
a talent far advanced.
But gifts arrive at any age,
and hers was not by chance.
She shows the beauty of ballet,
a pirouette romance.
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It was just a simple pirouette
Performed by me many times before
With ease and grace and agility
Stylish and lots of poise
It was just a simple pirouette
I just do not understand
The EMT could not contain his laugh
As he rolled the cot to the door.
The ER doctor looked amazed
The nurse stood in shock
When I told them no it was not a plie
It was just a simple pirouette
I understand their confusion
I certainly felt the shame
Of an over 40 fat woman
Thinking she could do the same
The just a simple pirouette
Completed so easily as a child
Ended with a broken leg
And a storied tale for all.
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