See the Music
Mysterious the inner eye
that hears the dancers flying by
across the stage in grand jete’
as woodwind, horn and cello play
And there, just barely in the wings
the graceful ballerina sings
the song of butterfly and swan
to the pirouette of the baton
See the music! hear the dance!
alchemy of pure romance
transforming even sound and sight
into an ever-new delight
Ballerina Moth
A tiny ballerina moth
in costume made of fairy cloth
danced around a brilliant light
on each and every Summer night
She leaped and paused and fluttered and spun
on a stage as bright as the noonday sun
and all who saw her were impressed –
her dancing was the very best
And when the Autumn leaves did fall
she made her final curtain call
like all who danced before the light
and will again next Summer night
Leaves
We dance but for a moment
swirling in the Autumn breeze
and beneath a snowy blanket
there we spend the Winter freeze
Bursting forth again in Springtime
over valley, wood and glade
and we all join hands in Summer
we the canopy of shade
Joe Tessitore is a retired New York City resident and poet.
Good morning! I enjoyed reading your poems.
E. V. Wyler
Thanks Beth.
A poem came from my less-than-admirable encounter with you:
in the shadows…..
the poem that I’ll never write
is over there, just out of sight
could prob’ly see it if I try
I never do…I wonder why?
a fleeting glimpse
and nothing more
it’s kind of easy to ignore
could prob’ly catch
but I don’t chase
‘cause then myself
I’d have to face
Thanks again!
Glad to have been of inspiration! Sometimes even in our darkest moments, beauty can be found in truth.
E. V.
It’s a wonderful thing to appreciate dancing on the stage, and also to be able to see it in nature! You’ve done a good job capturing these moments for us. Congratulations, Mr. Tessitore!
Thanks very much Father!
Evocative lines tapped out for you
I hear the notes on tip-toe rise
The poet’s music sings as dance
Before your stagestruck eyes
Terrific all – the dancer, moth and Autumn’s fall.
Joe, simply beautiful and thank you for sharing, Trevor
Thanks you very much!
Thanks Trevor so much!!!
beautiful,,,,]
From: Daniel J. Miltz, Poet/ Writer
Thank you Daniel!
Very pleasing imagery allied to a pleasant sense of lightness. Thank you.
Thanks David!
Beautiful poems, Joe, as always! Thank you for these evocative word-pictures.
Thanks Amy, very much!
Very nice, Joe. I could almost hear the music a see the ballerina. Well done.
Of course, what I mean is: I could almost hear the music and see the ballerina.
Thanks very much David!
I enjoyed these delightful poems hugely, Joe.
Thank you so much, Leo!
Three beautiful interpretations of dancing, Joe. I love “see the music! hear the dance!”
An enjoyable trio of poems with appropriately light and lilting lines. Well done Joe!
Thank you all so very much!!!
Some beautiful lines in this; they lift the spirit. There’s also a kind of poetry in the ascription too, isn’t there? The ” retired New York City resident” – have we really retired from New York City, Joe? Where are you, friend? The English language – don’t-ya-just-love-it? It’s ambiguity gives it so much life!
Still here in the city.
Working on one in “dialect “:
Dante!
Whaddya say?
Shakespeare!
Whaddya hear?
What’s not to love about the English language?
I lived in Washington Heights, the Lower East Side and sometimes in Washington Square Park when I couldn’t book a room in a Bowery Hotel.
I lived in the city for several years, off and on, during the early seventies.
I miss it a lot and I envy you if you still live there. Take care, Joe.