Dully, we write essays.
The teacher plays music
over the loudspeakers.
A shift in the music;
A dream of a sonata
on a piano in the sky.
A desk scrapes as she gets up
Head held high, toes en pointe
she dances
quietly, silently, elegantly
Like a swan
Soft giggles are hushed
As the class stares in awe.
The teacher calls to her
But she is in another world
Dancing, twirling, gliding
without a care.
A crescendo is reached
She leaps
Beautiful as a rose
And just as delicate
She is graceful,
fluid in her movements-
Flawless.
Only when the music fades away
does she stop.
Only then, the class can see her baggy jeans
and plain t-shirt.
Only then does she go back to her seat
And only then did the class see crystalline tears fall
from the teacher's eyes
YOU ARE READING
From the Silent Girl
PoetryThis is a collection of poems about relationships, observations, and emotions from the eyes of someone who ends up watching life rather than living it. #6 in poetrycollection 6/12/23 #7 in freeverse 6/12/23
