Woman dancing on an empty stage

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bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

0 posted 2003-07-28 12:21 PM

She gathers music to herself,
dancing among cinematic rainclouds.
Every motion an equal emotion,
spilling off her body.

She dips, swirls, swoons in space,
an empty stage burning with light,
all of which falls upon her --
reflects upon her.

Her clothing accentuates each movement --
gentle sweeps are flowing, breathing,
billowing in rhythmic waves,
kissing the stage floor.

She becomes the music then.
Living a lyricist's dream,
lost in lines of poetry,
an instrument's abandon.

As the song reaches its height,
she traces notes upon the floor,
staffs and rests within her hands,
dipping to a close.

Then she pauses, soft in sway,
as people gather on the stage.
She smiles as they start to dance.
It was her intent all along.

Aenimal
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-11-18

Posts 7350
the ass-end of space

1 posted 2003-07-28 08:51 PM

Beautiful writing

Tiersdin
Member Elite

since 2000-11-17

Posts 2364
east coast

2 posted 2003-07-28 10:10 PM

Mikey, this one speaks to me on many levels.

Keep writing!

~Tier

brian sites
Senior Member

since 2002-06-25

Posts 1475
usa

3 posted 2003-07-29 01:16 AM

Every motion an equal emotion

she
wants
to create
movement
where
none existed before

YOU
do that

bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

4 posted 2003-07-29 12:00 PM

Thanks. I went to a friend's club on Saturday, and this was how she danced.

wranx
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since 2002-06-07

Posts 3689
Moved from a shack to a barn

5 posted 2003-07-29 09:50 PM

"As the song reaches its height,
she traces notes upon the floor,
staffs and rests within her hands,
dipping to a close."

Then, you must go back.

Ed...

serenity blaze
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since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

6 posted 2003-07-29 11:48 PM

and you brought US there.

Beautiful and sensuous, Mikie.

Janet Marie
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since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

7 posted 2003-07-30 07:20 AM

She becomes the music then.
Living a lyricist's dream,
lost in lines of poetry,
an instrument's abandon.

As the song reaches its height,
she traces notes upon the floor,
staffs and rests within her hands,
dipping to a close
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love the surreal intensity you created with your imagery. very cool write groovy squirrel dude

"How could I stand here with you and not be moved by you."

LH

Sunshine

Administrator

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since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

8 posted 2003-07-30 09:35 AM

Welcome home! We've missed you!

bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

9 posted 2003-07-30 06:33 PM

Thanks for the praise and the welcomes, everyone. I appreciate it.

Local Parasite

Member Elite

since 2001-11-05

Posts 2527
Transylconia, Winnipeg

10 posted 2003-08-01 01:45 PM

Lovely, Mike... an impressive interpretation of your experience. I very much enjoy the poetry as well as the universal applications of this write. Well done, indeed...

Parasite

Faith is a fine invention
When gentlemen can see
But microscopes are prudent
In an emergency.
~~~Emily Dickinson

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