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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

the masters and their dreamers

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to stand on a stage again…

where the lights are bright

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the music echoes through the rafters.

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to feel the sensation of a pounding heart…

fueling the purest of desire to soar on the wings of muses

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become one

with their masters

and

the

vision

which dwells

 forever

within their spirit…

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this is my ‘for always’ dream.

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inspired by ‘The Phantom of the Opera’
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a
dream

February 17, 2015 at 2:33 pm 12 comments

lead and follow ~ ~ ~

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my blood is boiling

and

my skin is on fire ~ ~ ~

as we tango

through

the flames of desire

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January 9, 2015 at 1:55 pm 23 comments

old roads

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walking down old roads

miles and miles of memories

pieces left behind

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December 29, 2014 at 3:09 pm 10 comments

The Nutcracker Act II – Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy

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The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy

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celesta keys strike

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dainty pink pointes enamor

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a charming classic

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The celesta, an instrument invented in 1886, gets its name for its “celestial,” tinkling sound.  It provides the distinctive music that accompanies the dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy. It is a struck idiophone operated by a keyboard.  Tchaikovsky is considered to be the first major composer to utilize the celesta in a musical composition – his Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy is the most well-known. (For the music buffs in the audience, Tchaikovsky first used the instrument in a symphonic poem – The Voyevoda in 1891 – The Nutcracker was written in 1892.)

December 22, 2014 at 2:30 pm 4 comments

shiny bits

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finishing touches

accoutrements of splendor

remnants of a past

worn under lights of a stage

priceless jewels from a dream

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pieces of my Flower costume

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Note:  I did not vandalize my costume – after 12 years of lots of sweat, hair spray, wear and tear, cleaning and constant mending (in other words, costumes live a very ‘difficult’ life) – bits and pieces have a tendency to fall off.  The flower, which was made by hand, fell off of my headpiece.  The pink shiny thing fell off of my bodice and the earrings – well, those were worn for many ballets, actually.  I did not have pierced ears…yet.  (By the way, the trick to keeping clip and/or screw on earrings on one’s ear lobe – eye lash glue)

 

December 21, 2014 at 4:27 pm 6 comments

the overture

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his score calls my name

i am summoned to the stage

home – where i belong

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photo taken for The Cincinnati Enquirer in December 1998 – studio rehearsal for The Nutcracker – the battle scene

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December 17, 2014 at 2:14 pm 7 comments

If – a story

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IF I could return to this world

long after I have gone,

I would return as a bird ~

as a majestic, white swan.

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I would settle on a lake,

way beyond the beaten path ~

far away from the chaos

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the noise of life’s wrath.

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I would spend my days gracefully,

gliding along ~~~

to the rhythm of nature’s symphonies

occasionally honking a song.

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I may find another ~

a soul mate, a partner

to create beautiful choreography ~

a pas de deux on the water

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as our ballet transitions

from Act I to Act II,

little grey cygnets will be born,

maybe one,

possibly a few.

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the little one’s will follow ~ ~ ~

single file one-by-one ~ ~ ~

our corps de ballet will be complete ~ ~ ~

waltzing around the lake

under the sun.

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there will come a day

when their plumes of white will emerge,

our cast of soloists will take flight

making their way into the world

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meanwhile,

my partner and I will stay quietly behind ~

gracefully

gliding side~by~side

in

our

ballet of life.

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September 11, 2014 at 9:00 am 28 comments

my spirit

the voices in my head

the beating of my heart

the music in my mind

the movement of my body

the pulse of a dancer

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yours truly – 1978


June 6, 2014 at 2:00 pm 6 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

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