a dancer's tool is her body
it must be kept fit
strong limber trained beautiful
(but what equates beauty?)
the mirror reflects strength
but magnifies weakness
everytime she falls out of a pirouette
everytime her extension plateaus
everytime she grabs for the barre like a person drowning
gasping for air
everytime
the mirror is there
reminding her of those faults and failures
that prevent her dreams
She moves...
...through life in a '97 Honda Civic with a busted up back bumper.
Here's a glimpse into my tangible...
- spirit
- We are far more than the image we see in the mirror, yet so much of our self-concept comes from that illusive reflection. My challenge is to physically manifest the stuff of my mind and soul, whether through movement, words, or teaching. This is my personal goal, and I hope others will join me.
In the middle of things...
...the early days.
In the middle of things...
...in more recent days.
She dances...
...confidently down boulevards near and far.
She bounces through her days...
...single-handedly creating a scene.
Sometimes...
she spins around a little bundle of love to the tune of King Neptune's orchestra.
And sometimes...
...she just wants to be left alone.
2 comments:
very nice poetry. do you dance ballet? dance is poetry in motion, don't you think?
a-thankyou. i danced more regularly in college and now i teach modern, jazz, ballet at a small dance studio. so much of who i am, though, seems to be linked to many of these dance musings....
i agree. dance is most certainly poetry in motion - the free verse, the sonnet, the haiku ... structured, unstructured, beautiful, painful ... all of it.
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