Caught within the fragile light
Between the way things are
And what they seem
In limbo, a place of fractured dreams.
Suspended on her dancing pole
half holding onto dreams of yesteryear
Remembering each role she played
watching herself now being looked at.
Looking through the eyes of the audience
She sees her own sensuality
A voyeur of her own dance
through multiple perspectives.
Each vision holds a different emotion
Raw, exposed and nerve-like
Her body aglow exposed to the eyes
Her heart hidden forever a mystery
What does it mean when she smiles?
She dreams of true romance
As she twists and turns to her pole
The music her muse
Suspended in her dreams
Suspended in our reality.
Her heart aches to be seen…
And for someone to take time to know
To really know her
She is the pole dancer…
Forever suspended in our minds.
Written by Anthea Slade 10-9-08
Suspended a poem written for my painting by the same name Suspended that is on the front page of my RedBubble Profile