Rhythm of The Dancer

by jen sheridan   Jan 30, 2012


Her inspiration burns passionately within, bathed in light, assuming movements of foreign characteristics, as she presents oneself,

Armed with imagination and determination, her performance is aimed chiefly at herself,

Slowly and deliberately, she will ensue her goal, warming the audience in her embrace,

Her thoughts and fears, her inadequacies she will for this interim, purposely misplace,

Eyes closed, the rhythm reaches her captive soul, the music soothing her troubled mind,
Performing her pi�'�ce de r�'�sistance, her emulation and discipline at this moment, completely refined,

Relaxed appears her persona, an elegant composure, fit to rival the divine,

Silently she speaks, to all who wish to heed her, apprehension achieved by only the most supine,

Effortlessly inspiring this performance, attaining adoration and deserved recognition from devotees,

She renders her admirers speechless, displaying precise, extreme and prolonged expertise,

Capturing hearts, she entwines herself in the rhythm, moving as one with a single purpose,

Sublimely beautiful, moving rhythmically, facing her judges yet remaining gracious,

She has reached her ultimate goal she has managed to free her captive soul, if only for an instant,

Never before, have I witnessed something so incredibly exquisite yet something so powerfully poignant.

J. Sheridan
(Jan 2012)

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