and yet, she danced
there was a piper to pay
but no debt was ever collected.
she sang her song with no melody
to birds with no freedom.
her skirts were always
too long too loud too tight,
her heels were always
too low to be sexy or
too high to be graceful,
and there was always
a hole in her stockings.
love was never
the partner she followed,
but it was always there
in the steps
that she took.
.
.
January 3rd, 2012 at 8:20 am
Oooooh, I think I know her!! This is beautiful.
January 3rd, 2012 at 9:47 am
i know her.
January 3rd, 2012 at 10:21 am
in her steps. where it counted. yes.
January 3rd, 2012 at 10:34 am
What a wonderful image your words conjure
January 3rd, 2012 at 10:48 am
Such a graceful dance of words I feel, and see.
January 3rd, 2012 at 11:54 am
i think she followed the drummer….or at least lived to the beat of her own drum 🙂
January 3rd, 2012 at 1:20 pm
Gorgeous.
January 3rd, 2012 at 3:08 pm
Excellent!
January 3rd, 2012 at 3:09 pm
“but it was always there
in the steps
that she took.” BEautiful!
January 3rd, 2012 at 3:11 pm
Damn fine writing.
January 3rd, 2012 at 3:39 pm
Enjoyed this! She sounds like a confident woman.
January 3rd, 2012 at 3:44 pm
nice…always there in the steps she took…great close on this…and nice description above which could be reason many never reached that what you describe in the end…
January 3rd, 2012 at 3:47 pm
glad she still dances..even if she doesn’t fullfil the expectations…who does anyway…and i think perfectionism is boring…so i really like her..smiles
January 3rd, 2012 at 3:48 pm
Wow this is like over steeped tea. Looks innocent enough but damn there is a lot to taste in there.
January 3rd, 2012 at 3:50 pm
Gorgeous writing! You’ve built a layered character that I want to know more from…Fantastic! (and happy New Year of Course!)
January 3rd, 2012 at 3:50 pm
Very deep! 🙂 iLike!
January 3rd, 2012 at 4:06 pm
through it all.. it was always there… tight piece
January 3rd, 2012 at 4:33 pm
oh how I liked this couplet – “she sang her song with no melody
to birds with no freedom.” – the twists in that one statement has be drifting off in thought – nicely put! great to read this up on dVerse! OT
January 3rd, 2012 at 4:35 pm
Your words always amaze me! Simply beautiful.
January 3rd, 2012 at 4:45 pm
This has a twinge of sadness to me…like she didn’t live the life she maybe wanted or thought she would…like most of us who stumble through through it somehow…resonated for me..
January 3rd, 2012 at 4:56 pm
There’s something awkward but very sexy about the person you are writing about – nothing awkward about the words – they flow beautifully 🙂
January 3rd, 2012 at 5:13 pm
This is awesome!
January 3rd, 2012 at 5:14 pm
spritely piece, yet still sensuous…i should like to meet the dancing girl with a hole in her stockings, too.
nice write.
January 3rd, 2012 at 5:27 pm
I’m glad, she danced!
Lovely write!
January 3rd, 2012 at 6:04 pm
Hey, — you’ve been spying on me right. I ALWAYS have holes in my stockings. 🙂
Beautiful writing.
xo
January 3rd, 2012 at 6:19 pm
Excellent poem–vivid picture, and one to which I can completely relate.
January 3rd, 2012 at 8:14 pm
Glad she danced away no matter what others say, liked the fun play on the phrase with the first line too. Paying the piper can be such a pain.
January 3rd, 2012 at 8:41 pm
It sounds as though she knew the beauty of loving what she had even though it wasn’t what others might consider of value. Beautiful.
January 3rd, 2012 at 9:01 pm
touching. the joy is in the journey.
January 3rd, 2012 at 10:47 pm
such beautiful work. True beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
~L
January 3rd, 2012 at 11:06 pm
So rich. I want to dance with her. Beautiful! 🙂
January 4th, 2012 at 7:43 am
Just fabulous! 🙂
January 4th, 2012 at 8:24 am
Of course she danced!! So beautiful!!!
January 5th, 2012 at 3:30 am
I liked the lines
..was always there
in the steps
that she took.
Lovely, serene image , I could sense calmness in the muse. And She is confident about her path ..liked it 🙂