Friday, July 8, 2016
In my youth, I dreamed of dancing, eternally blessed
motion fixed in time, jumping, leaping, flying
reaching to grab air, painting rainbows with my breath.
Many times throughout, I fused with flow's
good fortune, rhythmically entwined
music's harmony seemed divine
in me possessed by my egoic illusions
I followed step by step.
Other times, I've been out of sync crashing
my stumbles, fumbles, mistakes,
losing my place, falling from grace,
plummeting unstable, hitting ground.
The dance, only to begin again.
Today, ballerina's perfection still dangles
in my idealistic head
as I hear my inner choreographer
whose scintillating a cappella voice
my clumsy dancer directs:
"Changement to releve'.
Master grand plie'.
Most important of all
remember - balance'!"
(This is an older poem, which I've edited a bit. It's from 2011. I didn't even realize I'd been writing poetry for so many years. Today, I thought I'd look back in my archives and was surprised.)
(For Prompt Nights where Sanaa"s prompt is "dance",)