“The moment in between what you once were, and who you are now becoming, is where the dance of life really takes place.” Barbara de Angelis
Making Her Own Path
Alone at last
she heard again the
and took off her outer self,
dancing a conversation
of physical grace,
an exquisite ritual
formed of something
making her own path
along an ordinary course.
De at dVerse has invited us to write a Quadrille (44 words) using a form of the word filling.
“Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly.” Khaled Hosseini (The Kite Runner)
When the moon fills your eyes
and the night shadows draw long,
then we will breathe as one,
bathed in the light
that hides in your dreams
and lives in your skin,
as tide that washes over until
we have danced into each other.
Kim at dVerse has invited us to write a Quadrille (44 words) using and including the word Wild.
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“A succulent wild woman is one of any age who feels free to fully express herself in every dimension of her life.” Sark
How can a label be drawn
from so narrow a quarter
that would imprison her,
her cover is always antithetical,
a contradicted series of paradoxes
packed in a conundrum,
Pandora loosed from that
from her still centre
comes wild power.
“And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.” John Muir
Russet Royal Carpet
The herald breezes in and
stirs the russet royal carpet
that crackles under bare foot
like sheaves of crumpled cellophane
through which you follow your
improvised lyrical body,
an atonement for the daily grind
in which only the tall sentinels see
your transparent heart interpreting
the rhythms of life comprised of
your inner compass,
a spirit of music which guides you
to vulnerability and joy,
a dance of pure, liberated soul.