Sunday, June 02, 2013

dance of life

Waking, Walking, Singing, in the Next Dimension? 1979 by Morris Graves 
each one of us swirl with the wind-
limbs move with nimble grace.
in the train of thoughts;
no myth can exist in the prairie-
you see a vault
but for us it is a space that never ends.
your throat may choke with emotional rapture of our beauteous dance,
we may crave for a trick 
that will takes us to halls of fame.

"in the spirals of life, these is no beginning, nor is there an end"

25 comments:

Tess Kincaid said...

No myth can exist in the prairie...I love that...

Maggie Grace said...

The spiral of life...no myth can exist in the prairie. Stunning phrases in your poetry.

Brian Miller said...
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ayala said...

An lovely write !

Whitesnake Whitesnake said...

Chock or choke?

awakenedwords said...

swirl with the wind...keep on swirling

Maureen said...

That fourth line is stellar.

Gillena Cox said...

extremely charming poem

much love...

flaubert said...

Really nice, Gautami.

Pamela

brenda w said...

Like the serpent eating its own tail...our tale goes on and on in circles. everything that ends, begins. everything that begins, ends.

dsnake1 said...

beautiful lines! :)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I, too, especially love "no myth can exist in the prairie."

Anonymous said...

This poem is unique & dances in a perfect cadence to the walk between the worlds of myth & reality,

true poetic expression

Love it ,,,

joanny

oldegg said...

Life is brutal and honest in the prairie so dreaming that this is not so is unwise and will shorten our prospects. Something like the jungle of the city too! Thought provoking words.

mindlovemisery said...

Love it =)

Helen said...

Swirling with the wind ... full of grace, lovely.

Gerry @Strummed Words said...

Nice take on the photo!

Margaret said...

No myth can exist in the prairie...

It is a tough place that has stolen many a dream. Nice!

vivinfrance said...

A clever mixture of myth and wordle. Bravo.

Bill said...

MOMA
she says "picture"
I say "painting"

MOMA = Museum of Modern Art

totomai said...

awesome. liked the tone if this one. it quite evocative

Vuong Pham said...

I especially like the line: "no myth can exist in the prairie" and the last line :) You have a strong and diverse voice. Would love it if you could visit my blog.

Lolamouse said...

Your poem fits the image perfectly! Add my name to the list of those who love the line "No myth can exist on the prairie." Fantastic!

Victoria said...

That line, "no myth can exist in the prairie" hit me especially in light of the recent tornadoes here in the Midwest. They level the playing field.

Suzy said...

I like the idea of swirling with the wind - gave me a feeling of spontaneous living.
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