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Friday, November 23, 2012

Poetry Friday: The Studio



The Studio

Ballet bent my bones
 to shape the perfect turnout,
leaping, crippled flight. 


Lorie Ann Grover, 2012

7 comments:

  1. Wow, you've said so much here. The word "crippled" was unexpected and sent me back to the beginning again. Really nice job!

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  2. Nicely done. This seems like it could be part of a larger haiku story-poem, or the opening to a short story. (It seems you could say quite a bit more!)

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  3. Love crippled and perfect--about the same thing! And...ouch.

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