(March 2nd,1984 / USA)

Ballerina Hues: Haiku

i won't second-guess
why rose-leaves die of grieving:
peach leotard ashed.

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The choice to be memorable in a very few words. Encore, Susan. Kindest regards, Sandra
nicely, nicely done from an ex-ballerina!
Gorgeous thoughts that can only be communicated through imagery. I think I'd like to live in your head for a while.
ABSTRACT CREATES IMAGE..IMAGE FORTIFIES THE ACUTE SENSE OF THE''MINDS EYE''...ITS THAT PRINCPAL PLAYER THAT OPENS THE VENT TO STERLING LIERATURE...POE WAS A PIONEER &PONTIFFACATOR OF THE EXTREME ABSTRACT...165 YRS. AFTER HIS DEATH, WE STILL MARVEL AT HIS ECCENTRICAL PENNINGS........GREAT LIL PIECE...MAKES THE MIND WORK O.T.....DARK GREY LEOTARDS...ASHENED, MY DAUGHTERS BALLET INSTRUCTOR CALLED THEM, & HEAR YOU ARE SO ELOQUENTLY DESCRIBING THEM AS IF YOU WERE IN THE FIELD OF PROFESSIONAL DANCE YOURSELF...YOU ROCK SUS...''''''''FRANK
A little too abstract for me Sus, but I am sure someone will understand it! lol Ballerina's come in many colours but ashed? It wouldn't be allowed! Grinning at you, failed ballerina, too short! but lovely little mover, Tai