As I am in the middle of some busy time editing my new collection of poems I didn’t write anything new. So I thought I will give you a rerun. Here is one of my favorite poem from my first book.
This poem was written in Albany, New York. It was first posted inXanga.Com PoetryBox blog site on October 21st, 2005.Later this poem was added in the collection of poems called “Age OfSurvival” which later in August 2006 was published as a book.
In 2003 while driving with a colleague fromMilwaukee, WI to Overland Park, KS I got a phrase or title or whateverone may call it in my mind. It was this “A Ballerina’s Whisper”. Atthat time I always said this around many a timesannoying my friends. I was saying this to myself during thedrive from Virginia to Albany in October 2005. Haha I got it all figured out during adrive in which towards the evening the sky colored up really well. Itreminded me of the aurora and all I wanted to write around that titlecame into place.
There is fiction and fantasy in this poem thatcame out completely from my imagination. The part in which I am sayingabout meeting a girl in a train is taken from an abandoned poem I wrotelong time back in San Francisco sometime in 2002. So the ‘poetrybox’ really helped tofit it all together. There is a real part in this poem I myself did not havehad any clarity about it when I wrote the poem. So the poem itself is inconclusive. I think youunderstand what I mean. Love always eluded me between cup and lips. SoI myself don’t know the end of it all. That is the core I thought aboutthis poem.
A Ballerina’s Whisper.
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.
©LonelyPoet.
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This is lovely! I enjoy watching the dance in the northern sky on occasion … just never thought of it as “she”, nor a ballerina. New insight, my friend! Thank you!
I like it very much, too. I love the title.
That’s a great poem – the title sure is eye-catching.
And Blessed Easter to you too!
🙂
Addy