She Dances

[SÀMMIUS McGENNIEN]

Though I did not originally intend to give a background, I thought about it and decided to do so. I wrote this poem in regards to one of my best friends, for whom (at the time) I had feelings of "more than just my best friend." I've gotten over any sort of romantic feelings for her, but I still like this poem -- and I typically am quite critical of my works, so I feel proud in that regard.

It may seem repetitive and senseless, but . . . I suppose a knowledge of the person about whom I wrote it would be essential in truly grasping the elements here.

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She dances
To an imaginary beat.
The river flows ahead.
The birds fly overhead.

She dances
To an imaginary beat.
She ignores the rules.
She follows her heart.

She dances
To an imaginary beat.
She loves the world.
The world breathes around her.

She dances
To an imaginary beat.
She dances for the world.
The world breathes around her.

She dances
To an imaginary beat.
The trees grow for her.
The wind blows for her.

She dances
To an imaginary beat.
And the world can only hope
To understand her.

[shiina]

I like this; It's rather... cute, for lack of better words. I do think it's a tad too repetative, but still good despite. Well done.

[SÀMMIUS McGENNIEN]

It was totally done on a whim, within a matter of minutes. I needed something to put onto my FictionPress, and her presence inspired me. =P It wasn't meant to be a bucket of deep meaning or something for the English professor to analyse, so cute is a perfectly okay description for me.