Small and oriental
bending like a flower
She floats in air
granted wings by a fairy godmother
When she turns
white petals whisper of symmetry
of play and reverie
She spins
her dress the color of things
weightless and vanishing
Only the 5-petaled fragrance of love
on ice holding peace like a wild rose
Music the hue of a prism
drifting in mist
Only the body keeps time
Soul flies
in a piano-splash of leaps
and gleams
Only the ones who believe
ever see what they dream
GIFT OF THE ICE
I am music
I am a diamond over diamonds
I am fire
Like shadows on snow
I glide I spiral
while violins dance with me
Flying, quicksilver as in my dreams
then the slide into a death-drop spin
Ice glitters, giving me power
if it does not destroy me
does not break me
Ice lends me elegant fire
Quickly in blue mirrors
ice carries me
toward my desire
THE BLAZE: Yuka Sato and Jason Dongeon
They skate together,
each flame liquid enough
to blend with another flame.
Flaring, dancing, flowing,
flinging, mingling
they slide so close
on ice of rose and ruby glaze.
Two flames cannot destroy each other;
one makes the other bigger.
Burning away distances between them
burning away logs of discord or doubt,
they fly;
golden, yielding to bliss,
rising to the urge to trust,
they curl together
more fragile than satin or a violin
as fragile as magic.
Bionote
author of poetry book WHITE FIRE; published 100 poems and won many contests; past president of Illinois State Poetry Society; editor of poetry at DuPage Valley Review.
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