Dolphin Ballet Poem by Robert Charles Howard

Dolphin Ballet



A graceful water weaving dolphin
swirls wakes of gentle waves -
a white, silver blue phantom
shimmering in the noonday sun.

Gliding over the surface,
she dances an aquatic ballet
of corkscrew pirouettes
and majestic somersaults.

Then vanishes beneath the spray
to churns her engine upward -
soaring through the flaming hoop
to the oohs and applause
of a throng of short-sleeved hominids
bleachered beyond the rails.

Plunging into quiet depths,
she lingers for a moment
perhaps to recall the fresh sea air
and the borderless waters
in the golden days before the ships came.

January, 2007

Published in Oh, What a Tangled Web -edited Faslund and Euwait

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Alison Smith 22 January 2007

Its a pity we have to confine these wonderous creatures for our entertainment... The thrill of catching them playing in the open sea is far more exhilerating... Lovely poem though.... Alison

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kskdnj sajn 19 January 2007

This piece has a calm and enchanting effect. Wonderful imagery.

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Esther Leclerc 18 January 2007

Wonderful observations, sweetly and ruefully told. Dolphins are maybe my favorite animal (favorites are hard things) ... If any living creature is a fairy, it's a dolphin. All right: a water nymph! ... Esther : ]

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Alison Cassidy 16 January 2007

A graceful descriptive piece with a little sting in the tail. Love the flow and the alliteration and the 'a large pod of short-sleeved hominids bleachered beyond the rails.' Wonder if that's how they view us? love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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Will Barber 16 January 2007

Starts one way, ends another way. 'So long, and thanks for all the fish.'

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Brian Jani 09 June 2014

Amazing poetic style keep it up

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Ana Monnar 28 August 2007

Beautiful flow, vocabulary and imagination. Excellent!

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Elysabeth Faslund 29 July 2007

In the golden days before the ships came. You have descibed the dolphin to a pinnacle of more than reality. You have brought her from description, past the crowd of the curious, back to the home she dreams of. Freedom. Yet, how sad that a dolphin will arc, 'talk', the same in captivity, as in freedom. She knows. Great, once again! ! xxElysabeth

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Gregory Gunn 14 May 2007

What an engaging exemplification filled with eloquent observations. I am glad to see this well-choreographed piece culminate with the humane line, 'In the golden days before the ships came.' Captured creatures for aquaria and circuses for our species' amusement perturbs me somewhat. Kind regards, Greg

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Ivan Donn Carswell 23 January 2007

A ballet to the music of the spheres - dolphins are wise to us, but we may never be wise to them. Rgds, Ivan

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