Pulsing rhythms,
Grinding beats, or
Gliding melodies:
No matter.
A leap, a step, a turn,
A dip, a stretch –
Expression in motion,
All thrill:
Pure joy.
Monthly Archives: January 2016
Of Dance
A Flood
Spinning and swirling
In and out,
The brain breathes
In concentric circles
Like the ripples in a pond,
That move in all planes
And dimensions:
Shifting and sliding
Waves of thought.
In The Wind
There was something in the wind:
Defeat, glory, and change.
The scent thrilled and excited.
It brought tears from drenched eyes.
Hearts pounded. Hopes rose and fell
Or fell and rose with each breath
And each blast. It smelled of
Life and ashes.
A Part Apart
Windows and light –
Inside but out;
Part of the whole –
Apart from it:
Never so human
As a bustling crowd
Punctuated by emptiness.
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