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Couple of years back in 2003 while driving with a colleague from Milwaukee, WI to Overland Park, KS I got a phrase or title or whatever one may call it in my mind. It was this “A Ballerina’s Whisper”. At that time and until last week I always said this around many a times annoying my friends. Last week I was saying this to myself during thedrive from Virginia to Albany. Haha I got it all figured out during adrive in which towards the evening the sky colored up really well. It reminded me of the aurora and all I wanted to write around that title came into place.

There is fiction and fantasy in this poem that came out completely from my imagination. The part in which I am saying about meeting a girl in a train is taken from an abandoned poem I wrote long time back in SanFrancisco. So the ‘poetrybox’ really helped to fit it all together.There is a real part to it I myself don’t have clarity about it. So the poem itself is inconclusive. I think you understand what I mean. Love always eluded me between cup and lips. So I myself don’t know the end of it all. That is the core I thought about this poem. Tell me if I am wrong or not. Anyway, I hope you all will enjoy this poem and have agreat weekend.

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The northern wind blew on to my face,
With no fury but with mercy,
A face warmed by the heat,
All wrinkled up as every bone shrunk,
With heavy feelings of life held upon.

Oh’ that fat old moon too rolled away,
Behind the clouds, darkness swept through,
The cityscapes where upon a skyscraper I sat,
Watching changes, feeling the pain,
Of the unhealable wound.

Though the moon hide away behind,
The clouds moved westwards and scattered,
Dragging the moon down and down,
Then from the north came another wonder,
Splashing across the horizon aurora in colors unseen,
In my amazement first I stood still,
Then went down the streets and walked,
Away from the rumblings of the city madness,
And saw the most beautiful dance of nature,
The best and most beautiful ballerina, I’ve ever seen.

She floated like a swan then breezed over,
On the tip of the clouds she turned and turned,
Fading away from eyesight,
Then jumped back in thousands of colors,
Leaving every star motionless,
Though light years away they are.

She split into every pattern,
A Kaleidoscope can make,
And rolled right over my head,
The cold wind indeed added the blessing,
The dark clouds far, far away,
That was more than any dream,
That was better than the perfect illusion,
One by one my senses filled and fell pray,
To the beauty of the dance enchanting,
My sight with the kaleidoscopic patterns filled,
The smell of air by the northern winds purified,
Every bit of my body touched,
By the wind so gently as if like a feather,
But nothing my ears heard,
I wondered about the silence,
And closed my eyes for a moment,
Then I heard a girl’s whisper,
“Don’t thou ever shut thy eyes to my love”.

I opened my eyes and saw,
All the colors in full bloom but paused,
Then they all started to fade away,
A long streak of light still showed ahead,
And in a distance I saw the aurora dancing away.

Back to my home went I,
And days passed by like the counting beads rolling,
I’ve never seen aurora in that magnificence,
But those words still in my mind filling my senses,
But in the busy city life dealing,
With the materialistic life day after day,
Among lost thoughts and dreams discarded,
Buried the echoes and patterns of that night.

One day during a late commute,    
From work, in the small letters of a newspaper lost,
My senses and I closed my eyes,
And there were those kaleidoscopic patterns again,
I opened my eyes in surprise to find my station,
And through the snail paced fattening crowd I hurried,
When squeezing out I found a mid teen girl standing,
Her face with makeup all colored,
Her eyes, golden hair and the smile I noticed,
Thin like a stick but still pretty in her own way,
Also I noticed the way at me she looked,
Not as a stranger, but someone strangely familiar,
Paused I and paused my senses too,
As she blew a kiss in the air,
In my surprise for a moment my eyes I closed,
Within a second my eyes I opened,
By then her lips on my ears I felt,
Then into my ears she whispered,
“Don’t thou ever shut thy eyes to my love”,
And made a turn on the tip of her shoes floating,
Into the train as the door closed.

Perplexed and amazed I stood there helplessly,
As in my surprised amazement once more a glimpse I stole,
Of her smile and her waving hand in the moving train,
While those words once more echoed,
Through every corner of my body and soul.

24 Replies to “”

  1. Some of your poetry is so amazingly close to prose or short epics/stories. I like how you detail the process that inspired the work too.

    Do you write any longer essays or stories at all?

    lisa

  2. this is probably one of my favourite poems of yours.. it makes me want to dance with the moon.

    tonite there was lighting and no thunder.

    i guess not eeryone reads it- but eeryone being general- the “everyone” that matters or is apart of this world that is Lonely Poets xanga site, eh?

  3. I noticed that reading aloud this sounds better than saying in my head. And I had to read it twice to understand and admire the meaning more fully. It is just beautiful! But have you actually seen the northern lights and is it the way you described it?

  4. Your words never cease to amaze me. You have such an ability to bring to life a scene before my mind’s eye. I agree its even more wonderful read aloud than just in my head. It flows so nicely. This is one of my favorites of yours also.

    =TBR=

  5. Oh, this is a lovely piece.  Your voice in this poem is so unique….I actually hear a foreign accent!  The way you mention aurora makes me long to see it with my own eyes.  I also appreciated your explanation of how this poem came to be.  I like doing that too sometimes because the reader doesn’t always know where we are coming from and they need a hand to hold.  I am subbing to your site.  I feel there is much I can learn from you! 

    And…thanks so much for your kind comment.  Coming from  you it’s such a compliment!  Muchas Gracias.

  6. wow.  this is gorgeous…….it has sooo much imagery and so many gorgeous lines i can’t pick a favorite.  the last few lines are an amazing way to finish it off…but this whole poem is like a treat, this lush trip through all these sensations and images and feelings.  beauitful!!! this is truly a masterpiece.  yay!

  7. Hello!

    Um…I am sorry to say that I am shutting down my site.  I’ll still check on your’s, my dear friend.  Continue writing poetry like the one above, and you’ll be as famous as Frost!  Goodbye for now.

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