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Post by CelticCailín on Nov 24, 2011 22:21:57 GMT -5
Heart racing, hands sweating, Scatterbrained, thoughts jumbled and bouncing around. This is my time, my chance to show them all Just how hard I've worked, how far I've come.
People wait intently, whisper behind their hands. Strains of Celtic tunes float deliciously on the air Giving my soul flight, bringing my feet to dance The sorrows and happiness of my ancestors.
Soaring through the air, smile on my face Nerves are gone, butterflies erased as if by magic spell. This is the moment, this is where I shine. Right at home, keeping time with my furiously fast feet Without a word, expressing how I cannot sum up In mere spoken word.
-Deirdre McCann. Novemeber 25th, 2011. That was my Irish dance feeling, before the show, and when I feel giddy like I can fly, like nothing can touch me when I dance. I have a show on Dec. 4th. ;D
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 24, 2011 22:23:46 GMT -5
BEAUTIFUL!! Just beautiful. You are most DEFINITELY a poet. ... update (just for the sake of saying it) !!
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Post by CelticCailín on Nov 24, 2011 22:28:26 GMT -5
Well thanks a bunch. I never was good at poetry in school, I guess I like free verse better, I can write what I want.
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Post by celticbear on Nov 25, 2011 22:12:55 GMT -5
Dee! love this Poem! And good luck on December 4th!
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Post by CelticCailín on Nov 26, 2011 0:59:03 GMT -5
Thanks!
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