i danced…
with words and music
flowers and friends
life and death
hope and folly
in pretty skirts
and ragged pajamas
barefoot and high-heeled
through sun and rain
wind and drought
in a forest of birds
and a flight of trees
with the moon at midnight
a blushing sun at dawn
holding snowflakes on my tongue
and sweat trickling down my spine
with one foot tapping happiness
and the other marking sadness
alone in the dark
together in the light
always
with one hand waving free
i danced
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Cultivate 2012:
What did you set out to accomplish this year?
What have you done to cultivate your goals and your life?
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December 1st, 2012 at 8:47 am
!!!
Love. Love.
December 1st, 2012 at 9:31 am
Emotional and powerful, this stirs me.
December 1st, 2012 at 9:34 am
oh how your dance moves me …
thank you.
xo
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December 1st, 2012 at 9:40 am
I SO loved this. Holding snowflakes on the tongue and the one hand waving free. I want to go dance. Bless you.
December 1st, 2012 at 9:44 am
I love the play of opposites that so wonderfully holds the year – the past in the palm of its hand…as always – lovely.
December 1st, 2012 at 10:06 am
and this is why i love you. poetry and dancing. all anyone needs.
December 1st, 2012 at 10:37 am
Kelly, this is so wonderful all that dancing in life that we do and you put it to words so perfect. sigh…. thank you.
December 1st, 2012 at 10:47 am
What a beautiful reflection!
December 1st, 2012 at 1:39 pm
snowflakes on my tongue
and sweat trickling down my spine…nice contrast….and if at the end of it all i can say i danced…that will be a wonderful thing…
December 1st, 2012 at 1:43 pm
in a forest of birds, and a flight of trees. only
someone with magical words could write that.
LOVE all the lines.
tilda
December 1st, 2012 at 2:14 pm
J’adore, may you dance forever more.
December 1st, 2012 at 4:01 pm
So moving! Love, love, love!
December 1st, 2012 at 7:52 pm
love it. so reminds me of the whole reverb thing, taking stock, revelling in the beauty of the moment….
December 2nd, 2012 at 12:51 am
This is how a year should be spent…dancing through every day, with the sun on our shoulders and the wind in our hair.
Lovely.
December 2nd, 2012 at 5:00 am
A whirling dance of a poem!