As a child I dreamed of dancing, eternally blessed
motion fixed in time. Jumping, leaping, flying high
within vortex of life, reaching outside, grabbing air
to paint, with rainbows from my breath.
Many times throughout, I fused with flow,
good fortune rhythmically entwined, music's harmony divine,
egoic happiness possessed, illusion's prescribed guidance
I followed, step by step.
Other times, so out of sync, clashing,
instrumental notes creating stumbles, fumbles, mistakes.
Losing my place, falling from grace, plummeting
unstable, hitting ground,
the dance, only to begin again.
Today, my misty dreams recall, youthful wise desire.
Ballerina's perfection dangling still, hears
the silent choreographer, whose scintillating a cappella voice
my artistic dance directs, "... changement to releve',
master grand plie', most importantly,
balance'!
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you will always BE that dancer, Dear Myrna
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balance is hugely important...seen my fair share of ballet in my day being married to a ballerina...even danced in a few myself...but grace is not my strong point though i will dance life with as much balance as i can muster...
ReplyDeletethe dance of life myrna...you found such graceful words to describe it...always struggling for balance...wish i could dance life with the elegance of a ballerina..
ReplyDeleteOh I love to dance too.;) Not sure about how graceful I look and my balance is probably off, but I will never say no to a dance.;)
ReplyDeleteLovely poem that brings images of a stunning dance to my mind.;)
xoxo
Myrna within your heart you will always be the dancer. I love dancing used to be a classical indian dancer. You brought back memories...
ReplyDeletePerfect read to begin my morning.
Dance away...and write away...
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chained the present
Hello Myrna.
ReplyDeleteIt good to be back reading your lovely poetry.
Even though I've not been able to for a few weeks now, I too love to dance and sing. I'm a happy fellow and usually start my day with some song or dance.
Beautiful expressions & love the image.
Thanks for the visit & warm welcome back. I have indeed missed my friends too.
Have a great week ahead my dear lady!
Your Song Of Love
What an intensely beautiful poem, and yes, above all, Balance! Beauty never comes without a couple of scraped knees or bruised egos, does it? One of the first fiction non-poetry non-Twain books I ever read was about a young dancer who lived in Galveston just before the great hurricane of the early 1900's! I have been a fan of Galveston and performance dancing since... Both my daughters went through it too! Love your poem!
ReplyDeleteMyrna what a perfectly beautiful way of bringing home a truth. You exude peace and love..
ReplyDeletejust thought i'd wish you a lovely day..smiles
ReplyDeleteha i am glad our meeting went well...smiles.
ReplyDeleteYou lead this dance, my friend. Keep on!
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