Pas de Deux for One

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Tue, 08 Sep 2015
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How bright the stars,
like glistening seeds planted at dusk
in the fathomless furrows
of the oceans of tomorrows;
 
to leave him while he sleeps
say goodbye to him, tonight –
unthinkable
 
for can you not see 
how moonlight
strikes his hair –
silver streaks
that fret the pillow?
 
How then could I go
as, soon, I know I must?
 
Better to go, then, at dawn
before he bends through the morning
with a kiss on my cheek
 
before the stars all die,
one by one, 
except for the sun –
shines on
 
before the willow
bends to the whim of the wind
and the skylark climbs
the ladder of its song.
 
Before the total worth of all
that ever was, and all there is to be
becomes an apology between
pirouettes,
 
and its show-stopping crescendo,
a pas de deux
for one.
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Submitted by VeraClark on

A gorgeously told conclusion using the medium of dance.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

My thanks to you, Vera.

Tina

 

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

This is so beautiful. Very touching and a lovely conclusion. Only Monet could paint it so well.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Ae, your words mean a lot to me.  More than appreciated.

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Beautifully detailed poem Tina, with a dreamy quality that entranced me as a reader.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Appreciated, so very much, Jenny, and I hope this Tuesday afternoon finds you wellsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I liked 'see how moonlightstrikes his hair – silver streaks that fret the pillow' particularly, and the stars all dying except for the sun, and the willow and skylark to come in the morning, but the past and the future don't become an apology. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Hello there, Rhiannon...and I would like to think you are rightsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Always things to apologise for, but I took it you were thinking of all that was worthwhile and a blessing in past and future? Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

You certainly are 'silver-tongued' as they say, Rhiannon;-) Putting it that way, I guess you are right.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

This is most beautiful, even by your high standards, Tina. 
'and all there is to be
becomes an apology between
pirouettes,' - so much movement in this piece - this line stands out for how we dance around eachother until that last stunning and sad line - 
'its show-stopping crescendo,
a pas de deux
for one.' 

 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Indepted, Bee.

Tina

 

Submitted by EB on

Seriously beautiful writing with a delicate touch. Sensitively delivered and so moving. 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

You've made my afternoon with such a beautiful comment, EB, and I thank you, so very much.

Tina