Static beauty has a place
model sitting for their shot
to my eyes this is too stale
a still image that won't entice

instead I look to action's heat
lighting struck to be captured
by one or two in their trance
a world evoked in camera's eye

don’t ask me not to catch the calm
a pale echo to motion's bliss
I'll instead implore the muse
to put before me jumping fools

skip and caper to music's lead
to be alive is to prance
this I’ll seize on film’s image
energy spent fill the gap

forego poor copy of dream’s splendor
doldrums are not what I want
perhaps the others spend their time
in hush repose to the dull show

my scene is formed in playful ways
happiness found in frolic’s glimpse
as the tunes twist and build
to accompany the dancer’s grace.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171023.