Poem 21

Gentle grace glides across the stage

Of life, entrancing all with her

Elegant ease.

She moves in the blowing breeze of time –

Upon her dancing feet are

Pink ballet shoes, twirling

In a whirlwind,

Bringing, for a moment, in the eye

Of the storm, a touch of

Beauty. Peaceful, calm now

In the still of the night,

One last dance before

She disappears from sight.

But a memory

Now jumping across the mind

In a final performance –

Spotlight dims, curtains fall, eyes close –

Disappearance of grace.

⁃ Courtney Bailey

Poem 21 by Courtney Bailey


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