Dream of a ballerina dancing
joyfully in endless beauty,
and adoration. In a dream
gone mad, she is pale, indoor
skin shadows sadness,
disillusionment. Vibrant red
flowers piled atop her head
have faded, edges curling
in stiffness. Her limber, graceful
arms stretch grotesquely,
encompassing the empty eyes
of a death head. A heart
once full, is rent. Tattered
is garment’s hem, clutched
into grip of locked zippered
teeth on bulbous cracked
head. Ballerina has lost
her dream; her hopes
are shot with holes.
eerie and fascinating!
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Thanks, Norma!
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A kind of telegraphic poem describing Dali’s painting his way.
I especially like the idea of grip of locked zippered
teeth and the end Ballerina has lost
her dream; her hopes
are shot with holes.
🙂
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Thanks, Dulcina!
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This is a wonderful interpretation of Dali’s painting. Such beautiful phrases.
You might enjoy my rework of one of his paintings in “The Persistence of Salvador Dali” which you can find here:
http://proartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/awake.html
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I’ll be over for a peek. Thanks.
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