Something more beautiful than toilets you can smell a mile away - I hope!

The first poem I ever wrote - it was for Eng101 in college, just slightly less than a year ago. We had exchanged poems for our poetry analysis paper.


Dancing
by Fei Min

Fallen,
once green
and full of life
she lies on the cold concrete
waiting.

When all at once,
Invisible fingers
gently
lift her up,
leading
her into a dance.

Where once she hung
quivering in the breeze,
longing to break free from
her leash that held her
above the ground,
she now is free!
Free.
Released in flight,
fluttering
like the
beautiful
butterflies that would
kiss her
in her youth.

Graceful,
she twirls
like a ballet dancer
with wings.
Filled with
life
once again.

But alas,
the song is over and
her unseen partner
lets her down
tenderly.
Breathless and
dizzy
she sighs
as she descends
reluctantly
back to reality.

No longer dancing,
she rests.
And the hope that
perhaps
by chance
she might be chosen
again
for just one more dance,
makes it
worthwhile being
just
a brown
dry leaf,
fallen.