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As I drift to sleep
my mind wanders
and the prose ebbs
into the darkness
like a ballerina
sashaying
onto the stage.
The words dance,
pirouette,
sissonne,
fouette,
in my mind
until I am awakened
by their presence
and compelled
to amass them
due to their sheer force and
strength.
(c) 2006 Christine Cristiano
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Wow, I really liked the way you turned the poems words into a form of ballet. And indeed they did dance across my screen. A very enjoyable poem and thank you for reading ??In the doorway? I will post a new one just for you ??Thoughts of the Poet.?
