i caught myself in reflection
and thought i saw
you there too,
the wind choreographed
Swan Lake - an ugly duckling
awaiting his discard, lifted a wing
feathered white, aware; the wind lured
him higher, than higher -
and i knew then it was not
of you my eye took witness - but
the pirouette of
awakening
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011
Posted for Magpie Tales
This was wonderful. Such beautiful words.
ReplyDelete"the pirouette of awakening"
ReplyDeleteWhat a perceptive way of putting it...
oh my...oh my
ReplyDeleteloved it
nice. love the ballet references and now that you point it out...
ReplyDeletethe pirouette of
ReplyDeleteawakening...a stunning image!
Bkm,
ReplyDeleteIn reflection, a new awakening.
The dance carries us higher on the wind and our imagination is free. Nice!
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"the pirouette of / awakening"
ReplyDeleteis a gorgeous line.
This piece has a wonderful wholeness to it.
I love the line too. The image is striking. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful piece. My dear auntie like to call me "Swannie" after the Hans Christian Anderson tale.
ReplyDeletethank you everyone from Thingy to Tess - this was a great prompt to work the mind....bkm
ReplyDeletebeautiful take...that last line is gold
ReplyDeletelovely as always.
ReplyDeletejust stopping by to say thanks and hope your new year is full of wonderful things
I love this poem as representative of the "Black Swan" classic ballet-- using Tess's photo prompt as an inspiration. Your poem is a stunning execution of this fine ballet.-- "Black Swan is the grand pas deux from Swan Lake, Act three. It was done with a grand abundance of force, deep back bends, and ballonnes and circles of turns.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment I looked at the link you sent. nice.
joanny
Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteThe awakening..how beautiful to be there! Lovely..
ReplyDeleteNice spin - no pun intended!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous work here! I really love this piece.
ReplyDeleteI like your interpretation of the blue black prompt.
ReplyDeleteLovely dance, stretching the bounds of music, placing the feet precisely as needed. Well done.
ReplyDeleteI caught my breathe in the end - such a beautiful poem bkm - as always.
ReplyDeletesuch beautiful imagery. wonderful composition!
ReplyDelete"the pirouette of awakening" oh, you know how to create a phrase! Thank you for this.
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful== simple but quintessentially lyrical!
ReplyDeleteLiked the image of a pirouette of awakening.
ReplyDeleteEver upward, darlin'. I wonder how well we ever really see those around us, obscured as they are by what they mean to US.
ReplyDeleteLeaves me breathless!
ReplyDeletelove the pirouette of awakening, very delightful!
ReplyDeleteWow! A really stunning poem. "The pirouette of awakening". What a great line. I loved "lifted a wing, feathered white". Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI adore that line "The pirouette of awakening" as well....this is a breathtaking poem Bkm! :-)
ReplyDeleteA lovely dance in words...
ReplyDeleteLOVED the analogy! I suppose realization is not always a pleasant affair...
ReplyDeleteThis was a very classic example of that!!!
Very stylishly done, bkm!!!
A lovely poem. I always loved the tale of the ugly duckling being transformed into the beautiful swan. Your poem took me back to when I first heard that tale as a child. :-)
ReplyDeleteThis is really wonderful bkm. I love the opening and closing lines, and they realization in between.
ReplyDeleteI love the interpretation of the image, such flowing language telling beautifully a classic tale!
ReplyDeleteperfect closing line. perfect.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully mysterious. Amazing interpretation of Willow's prompt.
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