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Royal Blades (Free verse) by Dovina She steps from floor to ice.
Racing blades swish with Jordache tights.
Thighs push, right arm swings,
left hand fixed behind her back.
Approaching the turn,
she crouches low,
chin up,
close to the blocks,
right skate over left.
Centrifugal surge,
male eyes observe.
Itâs a rebirth out there on the ice.
If only the poetry bunch could see her now.
Up the ladder:
Piano
Down the ladder:
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Posted: September 1, 2006 4:19 PM PDT; Last modified: September 1, 2006 4:19 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.537883 Overall Rank: 2560 Comments:
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A_Dark_Calm @ 71.75.188.163
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3-Sep-06/6:11 AM
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Love the way you almost rhyme ice and tights.
Did I catch a slight hint of smugness there? I assume the poem's about you, kudos for being able to skate; I can't.
Word of warning - this poem could easily be read to carry a much more sinister meaning, if the reader has a slightly deranged mind (like mine).
I canât skate either, not very well, not anymore. Itâs turning time back to when I could and when I didnât write poetry, and putting then and now together for best bragging. And you thought your mind was slightly deranged.
Hmmmmm , Nice scene..... and if only the poetry bunch could see her now? wow.
i like this even more for knowing its background.
Muscular writing! Not sure about the last line. There's a whole other story there.
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