Posts tagged ‘ballet’

Six Word Saturday #15

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“love of dance incites passionate movement.”

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April 11, 2015 at 3:16 pm 13 comments

Six Word Saturday #12

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“Each pointed toe leads to splendor.”

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March 21, 2015 at 12:59 pm 1 comment

10 for Tuesday = ten word story #4

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“the desire to dance

thrives

inside these weathered joints ~ still.”

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February 17, 2015 at 2:09 pm 11 comments

performance number 6

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in technicolor tutus

they gracefully dance

for an audience

of

one

on

a

stage

made

of

brass

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night 6

i found another drip mat – circa 1998

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December 22, 2014 at 12:41 pm 11 comments

amidst a dream

A mist fills the air
whilst the streets calmly breathe.
In the distance an orb of light glimmers
– amongst shades drawn –
concealing stories of the night.

Above the falling sands of time,
a sound of seduction floats through the haze…
Somewhere a musician strokes the keys
while another
quietly strums his guitar.

Along the drowsy path she walks
alone in her thoughts
– glancing above –
Imagining stories of intrigue
tucked away
from the light of day.

While in the recesses of her weary mind,
she can hear a drifting yet familiar sound…
It draws her
– close –
absorbing the rhythm deep within.

There is a sudden urge to escape, to express
– that –
which is locked away in her heart…
A swell of hunger breaks away
and
surges through her limbs.
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Her gait awakens,
there is a bounce and a luster –
As she makes her way along the path…
toward the muted light…
she stops.
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In that instant, she sees a hand
reaching through the beams of light 
as if beckoning her to accompany him…

to join him in a dance.

As her cheeks blossom like the petals of a rose
she looks deep within his eyes.
Taking his hand she glides closer
with grace and ease of the dancer within…
A moment of chance…
so… begin the first steps…
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As one,
they flow in motion and passion
wrapped in harmonies of song and the swells of their heart.
Their movements are driven by desire never dared –
this is a dance they have rehearsed
but
have never shared.

With a hand on her waist and the other interlocked with hers,
they float about like a feather
– drifting in the wind –
they lift each other… in spirit they fly
high above the shadows and the pulse of the night.

Pure joy is created while time stands still
coexisting in the moment,
alone under a misty glow of light.
All is what it should be…
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– But –
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It stopped. The music stopped.
The rhythm deep within her soul,
inspiring her,
moving her,
sustaining her
stopped.
She stood still and stared at what was her salvation –
it was cold, inanimate…
a lamp-post.

She took a step back, as reality stabbed her in the chest –
while looking at the ground in shame,
she gracefully curtsied
then
turned and walked away.
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Along the drowsy path, she continued
but
there were no more thoughts of passion
or
soaring above rooftops –
– only –
a single tear fell from her eye…
and
along with it,
her
dreams.

or at least for now…

This piece is dedicated to the person who, in his mind, contributed very little to a writer’s collaboration.  Bits and pieces, maybe,  but most importantly, he contributed to a dream from decades past.

Thank You for the Inspiration – Jason.

 

 

May 22, 2014 at 4:11 pm 10 comments

inescapable

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the briefest of moments

music embraces the spirit

passion ignites the senses

piercing hunger – must dance

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Backstage in makeup and wig for La Rondine

wig & make-up for La Rondine – 1984

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May 14, 2014 at 3:37 pm 8 comments

the dream

as eyelids softly close

velvet curtains slowly rise

swirling tulle and lace

the nightly dance begins

Paquita - 1987

 

May 13, 2014 at 2:00 pm 9 comments

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