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Dancing On

 

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Dancing On

Cheek to cheek and toe to toe,
whenever graceful dancers go
smoothly passing while I stand by
feet motionless, with dancing eye,
jealousy may rear her head
as I wish that it were me, instead—
held securely in my partner’s arms,
guided surely away from harms
of other dancers’ straying feet
or jutting elbows I might meet.

Steered through dangers into bliss,
barely meeting the floor’s long kiss
as I soar and bend and sway and glide,
giving way to what’s inside,
the music comes to live in me
setting all that’s in me free,
stirring sadness at my core
and leaving it upon the floor
for other dancers to kick away
while only light parts choose to stay
within my heart as I dance on
from dark of night into the dawn.

I might feel sorry, sitting there,
no arms around me—only air.
Then I remember in the past
dancing nights I thought would last—
how all those partners have stepped away—
even the ones I hoped would stay.

Life has a way of leaving us
like hopeful riders passed by the bus
as it soars away with no seat left,
those left behind feeling bereft.
Then I look deeper and clearly see
one day that bus will stop for me.
Something heavy grows inside
where it’s not good for it to bide.
I scoot back my chair to shift that stone,
as I get up and dance alone.

 

This is a reblog of a poem written two years ago.The prompt was dancing.

Finding Pleasure

Pleasure is everywhere.  It’s just up to us to pick it.

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Click on first photo below to enlarge your pleasure.

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Transformation

Tottering on stubby legs,
Reaching for the world,
Another child once nested
Now slowly comes uncurled.
Stretching out and learning,
Forgetting childhood woes,
Opening to each new thing,
Reforming as she grows.
Meet her in the springtime
And meet her in the fall.
The child you met the first time
Is no longer there at all.
One more child a woman,
Now a mother, now a grand.
Always we are changing,
Led by nature’s hand.

Libraries cannot answer
If changing has an end,
For we know not if transformation
Ends around the bend.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/transformation/

Sacrificing Color: ( Cee’s Odball Challenge, Week 36, 2015)

                                                              Sacrificing Color

I went to the DiF center in Chapala for a ribbon cutting for a new mural by my friend Jesus Lopez Vega this week.  (He did the murals around my house doors, on my garage door and nicho, the detail work around all my arches in my house and many of the paintings you’ve seen inside my house.)  During the two and a half hours of speeches, folklorico and indigenous dances, I got caught up in the interaction and contrasts between the dancers and the characters in the murals, which depicted the different social services that the DIF center offers: education, medical care, food for the aged and needy and support of indigenous cultures.  My settings weren’t right to catch good detail with all the movement, so I started cropping and playing with light, detail, filters and saturation and found that often, in spite of losing the brilliant and varied colors, that switching to sepia brought out the narrative in the pictures.  Here are some of my “finds.”

IMG_4486This was a so-so shot of the drummer, but even more interesting to me was the contrast between the woman taking the picture with her smart phone, the little girl and the drummer.

IMG_4486 (2)And I thought the narrative was better expressed through cropping and the use of a sepia filter.

IMG_4486 (1)Both croppings of the sepia of this photo remind me of a magazine illustration in the fifties or perhaps of an etching. I’m interested in which version you prefer!IMG_4537I don’t know what Jesus had in mind when he placed this scowling little boy in his mural, but he seemed to me to be expressing extreme disapproval with all that was going on.

IMG_4528And in this shot, seems to have cloned himself and to have entered into the dance.

IMG_4476This little girl was in complete contrast to scowling mural boy.  She expressed total delight all afternoon.Version 2I think this dancer looks like he’s standing in line to be seen next by the dentist.

Below are a few more color shots of the afternoon.
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Really wonderful odd balls here this week: http://ceenphotography.com/2015/09/06/cees-odd-ball-photo-challenge-2015-week-36/