And
they dance in swirls
of
light and shadow, left
to
their dreams because no one
is
watching, not even the artist
seeing
only his own impressions
imagined,
a kind a dream or series
of
dreams, asking if the dancers
themselves
know, or know to dream,
or
even are. Still they swirl and pivot
in
dances of light and shadow,
the
dance transforming the dreams,
the
dance becoming the dreams.
The
poetry prompt at Tweetspeak Poetry this week is “Dancers
and Dreams.” And I do love to dance, and dream.
Photograph of the Edgar Degas painting “Dancers
in the Foyer” by Sallies Stone via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
