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| Danseuse ajustant sa bretelle, 1895-96, Edgar Degas |
and hang my poems on those.
I have heard my poems humming songs,
with much dignity and grace.
I take the visions in my stride.
when my muse goes to sleep
I do not miss it.
I take down one of the poems,
rearrange the words to gain a new one
my buckle too gets heavy
"the years have helped me navigate
my dance moves with the poems
so that I do not lose the instant of black and white"
26 comments:
Not too heavy, just right when we speak through dance.
well done, like the 'hanging' poems
you and your muse stepping the 'light
fantastic' how wonderful
much love...
esymodeA light, breezy voice that still can carry heavier thoughts!
The buckle is fantastic! Like the poems themselves mustn't be nailed down.
Love your muse!
Beautifully done. Love the dancing!
I like your idea of reworking the words of a poem into a new one - I might try this!
Rearranging the words to get a new poem sounds like fun.
neat! always hang up your draft poems, you may not know when you need it. :)
buckling poems to the wall is an interesting image. Love the final stanza. Thank you.
I take down one of the poems,
rearrange the words to gain a new one
This one is awesome. rearranging to form a new one.
I am sure many of have done just that in rearranging the words in a stanza until they feel just right. I like the use of the dancer for as writers we always have words dancing before us almost enticing us to use them.
I like how you connect words, poems with dance...nice point of view.
This is remarkable. Your poems certainly do hum!
I really enjoyed this!
Love the notion of your poems humming songs...mine is about writing poetry, as well...
lovely words-and the image of a buckle.
wonderful poem...your muse will always have a place to hang...
What's applicable to one art is applicable to all. I liked this.
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Seems you and your muse are definitely in step...beautiful piece
love it.....nicely written
Like your take on the creative process.
Ah yes, when we dance, we live.
The opening two lines of this poem are just plain "brilliant." And I don't utter that lightly. Opening lines can either make or break a poem, motivate or demotivate the reader. Excellent conception for your open stich. Bravo!
our words dance where our feet can gain no purchase... I Liked this and how you linked verse and dance.
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