Come, let us fantasize a bit.
Leave this harried world behind for a moment or two.
Come to the past, the world of make-believe,
a 5/7/5 haiku and a short freeform poem will take you there.
linked this haiku Friday with
Rebecca's place of peace and haiku
colored lights gone dark
the actor sits abandoned
dust webs surround her
MARIONETTE DANCER
when she dressed
in the finest
of silks
and feathers
and the
tiniest red patent shoe
her flamboyant movements carefully calculated
the shiny fabric of her lovely dresses
catching the prismatic colors of the stage lighting
dancing in the magic land of Lilliput
her body moving in a quixotic way
whimsical, hypnotic
oboe tune
drifting
around her dancing self
adding to
her enchantment
or a
violin’s rushing strings
exciting
her movements
her limp
form curls upon itself
naked of
fabric
gathering
the dust of time
no more
delicate Madame Butterfly ballet steps
no movement
to delight an audience
tangled in
nearly invisible strings
she lives
motionless in a time forgotten
unloved
her kismet
encountered
Thanks so much for visiting
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