Prompt Dance for poetry United
Dancing is the loftiest, the most moving, the most beautiful of the arts, because it is no mere translation or abstraction from life; it is life itself. Havelock Ellis
Poetry of dance
Coordination is for me a foreign language
I stumble and stagger through life
Till someone turns on the music
My body breaks through its constraints
with the force of a tree bursting through a boulder
I surrender to the sound
swaying like moved by a soft breeze
emotions get channelled into muscles
the language of the soul converted to the body
my heart erupts
joy, sadness, pain and pride
disperses into the air
in the remaining dust lies freedom
Don't you love how exquisite dancers
turn motion into marvel
I breathe in their passion hanging in thin air
which feels like leaning into purple pastures
an atmosphere thick with fragrance
at the end a longing lover, open armed
inviting his partner into the depth of his embrace
igniting her in a pas the deux
They circle and spin like butterflies
Their shadows sink in symmetry
Their hands stretch and dwindle like leaves
moving gently and gracefully
arms widen and fold like wings
setup to soar into emptiness
to fill it with vibration
a choreography of atoms
swarming in unity
Positively charging me
when I watch them dancing to
the edge of beauty
like moving lines of poetry
Lovely poem
ReplyDeleteA wonderful exploration of dance
ReplyDeleteYes, when a couple dance as one it really is a treat to see. A beautiful poem Marja.
ReplyDelete"the force of a tree bursting through a boulder" and "spin like butterflies" best describe the art of dance; power and grace. So beautifully captivated.
ReplyDeleteI like the comparison to moving lines of poetry... perfect!
ReplyDeleteI’m the same, Marja, clumsy, with no coordination at all! I love the idea of surrendering to the sound, with ‘the language of the soul converted to the body’ in a ‘choreography of atoms’.
ReplyDeleteDancing to the edge of poetry.........what a beautiful description of dancing this poem is....the arms like wings, like leaves. This is just lovely, Marja. I hobble these days, but I do remember how I loved to dance.
ReplyDeleteMusic is magic, dance is magic ... as is poetry. I enjoyed this.
ReplyDelete"I stumble and stagger through life / Till someone turns on the music" I can't help but dance when the music is turned on and it moves me, without music I'm a bit of an unbalanced clod.
ReplyDeleterhythm of the dancing rain, forgetting the pain - great poem
ReplyDeleteNearly every image is unique and surprising. My favorite: "My body breaks through its constraints
ReplyDeletewith the force of a tree bursting through a boulder . . . "
Wow!
Music and dance are essential to human happiness.Lovely poem.
ReplyDeletewhen I watch them dancing to
ReplyDeletethe edge of beauty
like moving lines of poetry
Beautifully describe what dancing entails!
Hank
Your poetry is so clever and fun to read. You are exceptional writing like this in your second language.
ReplyDeleteReally enjoyed this, Marja. The imagery is woven in beautifully, and I love your ending.
ReplyDeleteSuch a descriptive poem on the motion of dance and the rhythm of music most certainly creates passion .. You too hold passion Marja in all you write <3
ReplyDeleteThis is an elegant dance; your poem. Your words excel in creating visual imagery and rhythm that delights. Beautiful!
ReplyDeletewonderful....both poetry and dance.
ReplyDeletehave a great weekend
Hi Marja - stunning dance ... I just stumble around ... but I do love seeing dance - and then your poem with its turns of phrase ... so appropriate to the creative process of dance and what we see as it happens in front of us ... beautifully written - cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteYour words are charged with the real energy and movement of dance. Nice!
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