To make music: what a fine thing
that would be. I love music; always
dreamed of singing. It was not my gift.
To dance: how beautiful it must be
to soar with grace, to pirouette.
Alas, that’s an art I never mastered.
So I turn to the only way I have
to be at one with myself in joy;
and to sing and dance: to poetry —
My voice, my grace, my art, my beauty.
April PAD Challenge 18
Prompt: To (blank); fill in the blank and make that the title.
Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.)
They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here.
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