She moves across the floor
All inhibitions are ignored
Been ready since before
She even hit the door
Another night
Moving in the lights
Distance growing
Between her and all the
Problems and the strife
All the baggage dropped off
That were obtained
Throughout her life
Oblivious to others
That definitely take notice of her
She is the Saturn
To these many rings
Dancing in the eye
Of her own storm
Which is ever expanding
From the air waves
Caused by the vivacious movement
Of her body’s form
blackswanpoetry 
loved this!!!
This person sounds like she is a beauty but, she is also her own worst enemy. Lovely prose.
Beautiful Poetry!
You have the captured the movements of a dancer in her purest form as well as the mixed emotions of admiration, love, sadness & longing.
They are all there.
What a lovely piece.
That’s a ripper bro
very pretty. this poem evokes a scene in my mind. cool.
‘Which is ever expanding
From the air waves
Caused by the vivacious movement
Of her body’s form’
excellent
just excellent.
truly is beautiful
She is the Saturn
To these many rings
Clever allusion to her gravitational pull.
Wonderful poem. Very visual and stirring.
A very seductively presented write – enjoyed the images this evoked!
perfectly fine tuned piece.
well done.
Thanks for sharing.
Nice movement in this!
Lovely piece with a nice flow 🙂
Wow, this is incredible. I have read it twice and there is so much, here. Terrific piece.
Loved the faint whiff of sensuality in this.
Fantastic!
Beautiful expressions of dance, felt the movement across the room, gliding, leaving it all behind.
hmmm lovely, I dig the flow 🙂
enjoy the potluck!!!
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She’s dancing in the eye of her own storm, creating beauty and chaos at the same time. Lots of images brought to mind. Beautiful.
Well I really like the rhythm here, the short phrases… and the long images! Very nice 🙂
Another masterpiece! Well done.
I love dance, so I particularly appreciate this. The poem reads like a dance, such rythm. Lovely! Thank you.
to be able to lose yourself (and your cares and worries) in doing something you love is such a blessing. for her it is dance, for me it is writing. enjoyed this, thanks.
nice. you really capture the flow of her danceand its affectson her surroundings…dancing in the eye of her own storm, nice turn of phrase there…
Lives up to Yeats: “But who can tell the dancer from the dance?”
Lovely imagery. I can see her and feel her gradual release. Especially like “dancing in the eye of her own storm. Very nice!
Thank you for sharing.
Lyrical and evocative. Lovely verse. 🙂
Awsome poem, loved it
u have a special way of make the dream real
“She is the Saturn
To these many rings
Dancing in the eye
Of her own storm” XLNT!
beautiful expressive poem..i can relate to this..
brilliant, Thanks for sharing.
thanks your awesome Jingle
thanks everyone 🙂
Beautiful! The power of words never cease to amaze me.
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wonderful
🙂
deeply true….