Saturday, June 7, 2014

Dancing the rites of spring


Uprising



Violets are growing in my stomach

 "hip bump",
my dance instructor tells us-

I imagine myself a river
swooshing swiveling under golden sun

My legs are still droopy, filled with white 
pollen & tangled cello strings

I glide with the soul music
My cheeks flush with red coral reef 

"step back"
his feet guides us through dance steps-

My bones are watery
gorging on heat of drums, lost in sounds

I whirl 
without safety pins
without a jar of tokens 

my rib cage pink
with old ruffled lace & frothy skirt

"sway, sway",
he shouts above the din, his hips a flag waving-

And I do
with all the fervor of spring's electric dance



Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Sunday's mini-challenge, where I am hosting ~
Shared with Poets United

For the past month, I've been taking dancing lessons (line dancing, samba, etc) every Thursday 7-9 pm ~  Its been fun though the ladies are now persuading me to go dancing every Saturday night  ~  I prefer my laptop & reading poems for company, smiles ~  

43 comments:

  1. i whirl without safety pins....smiles...i took dance lessons with T in college...and we have done a limited extent since....its fun...and seductive as well...we want to do salsa next....smiles. like the creative descriptions in this grace...

    have a great weekend

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    1. Dancing is so fun and I think you & T should take it up again ~ Good exercise too ~ Thanks Brian ~

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  2. This is a wonderful amalgamation of dance moves and flowers, so vital and energizing.

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  3. LOVE!!!! Good gosh, with those flowers in you, you let out all the stops, not carrying any of the things mom told us to have for safety--tokens, safety pins (and I would have to add dimes for pay phones)--PERFECT. In theatre and dance those images helped me get both the inner and outer performance I wanted from my actors. How you take me back! Over at my blog you encouraged me to keep dancing. This poem caps that. Thank You.

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    1. Why not try dancing lessons ~ It will keep you younger, smiles ~

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    2. I just reread this. Maybe I should at least sit in that classroom to see if I get inspired! Thanks.

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  4. Beautiful! I love spring only I dont love summer, here spring i so short!
    And now I m njoying my Winter lol

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    1. I know spring is so short ~ Thanks Gloria ~

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  5. So many fantastically original images - the legs filled with "tangled cello strings".....the old ruffled lace...and the beat. Vibrantly wonderful. It is so cool that you are taking dancing! Try African dance if you really want to get Wild!!!!

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    1. African dance, I will check into it ~ Not too tiring I hope as after 2 hours, I am drained, smiles ~

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  6. Dancing, poetry all are so creative, enjoy and have fun!!

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  7. white
    pollen & tangled cello strings... love the descriptions in this... dancing is so cool... a perfect way to let go off the day and just be carried by the rhythm... nice..

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    1. I forget work & time, smiles ~ Thanks Claudia ~

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  8. I'd fall flat on my butt many a time I would suspect lol

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  9. Sounds like great great fun! Well done. K.

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  10. This poem is alive...I love the organic way you included the plants, Grace as body workings and rhythms...Beautiful work!

    Excellent that you've been dancing...I agree with you about going out though...that's usually how I end up feeling about it most of the time.

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  11. What a lovely way to describe dance lessons. Go dancing Saturday nights....new vistas for you.

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    1. I just might take it up one Saturday night ~ Thanks ~

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  12. The enjoyment of dancing comes through strongly in your poem, Grace. I love the last stanza and I can see you dancing with "all the fervor of spring's electric dance. " Have a great week, Grace.

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  13. I love the energy and enthusiasm that flow through your words, Grace. I am glad you are enjoying your dancing lessons.

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  14. I am always pleased with your words.

    Safety pins...I really liked that line.

    The entire piece flows like a gentle stream.

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  15. Indeed...how can you be truly happy if you don't dance !

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  16. Grace...I am assuming you painted Uprising. It's so wonderful. It reminds me of buttons and sewing...and then I thought of my dear grandmother. Yet it is also obviously a lovely plant...and it dances....like you. How wonderful!!!

    My husband and I have talked many many times about taking lessons just for the fun of it. Maybe we will some day.

    Thank you for always reminding me of how well art and poetry go together. I am currently focusing of work in my sketchbooks. It may be time to add some poetry. Your poem is beautiful.

    Blessings to you! Have a great week.

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    1. Lisa, the painting is not mine but I couldn't find the artist who painted it (still looking) ~ For couples, dancing is fun & I highly recommend it, smiles ~

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  17. Dancing frees the spirit in so many ways..it's liberating no need for safety pins such a great image Grace..this made me smile..

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  18. Dancing will ne'er be a thing for my feet, I tell you. It's something really interesting to do but not always fun, at least in my case. aww. It's great that you find time attending a dance class, it's quite a hip today. Great poem, Grace. Smiles.

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  19. You can definitely feel the rhythm in the poem.

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  20. A dance and a dance, with words or with legs, the beauty and grace of it all can leave a head spinning and the legs like under inflated inner tubes. This was wonderful Grace, and a very cool prompt. Thanks for posting it.

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  21. Now I keep seeing those violets in your stomach saying hello to the butterflies there :-)

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  22. Wonderful, Grace. I am reminded of our granddaughter, age five, who is taking ballet lessons now. Also of my last dance lesson that I will NEVER FORGET. Our teacher was a very slight pretty Russian 'girl' who was the lead dancer on our Q.M.2 cruise ship. I was having some troubles so she gave me individual instruction. She was sooo light on her feet and went everywhere I went. I didn't even have to prompt, she just went.
    ..

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  23. nice... i love the description of bones as watery. love when bones get to there. ;)

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  24. Oh I think you might be a Walprugis night witch too . . .

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  25. this is beautiful.

    dancing is an art, in and of, itself.

    wonderful write!

    stacy lynn mar
    http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/

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  26. I've read this four times already and every time I read it, I see something new and even more beautiful than what I saw before. Great post!!

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  27. oh. this dance is very Graceful...and the painting is very nice..enjoyed it Grace:)

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  28. I had a period when I went dancing (aerobic showdancing so no reason to go out saturday night) and that was great fun... remember some of it still :-)

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  29. Dance class sounds like fun. I am more of a ballet girl.

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  30. now *that's* a spring fling :) ~

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