A white horse running
across a ghostly canyon—
a present mind yearning
the dancer
stops it,
bridles time,
shocks it
into her feet,
into her castanets,
her arching body,
staring beyond
into death and love.
It's all one,
the tragic
marvelous,
stomping
death,
chanting
love,
never giving way.
Santa Fe, 3/2012
across a ghostly canyon—
a present mind yearning
the dancer
stops it,
bridles time,
shocks it
into her feet,
into her castanets,
her arching body,
staring beyond
into death and love.
It's all one,
the tragic
marvelous,
stomping
death,
chanting
love,
never giving way.
Santa Fe, 3/2012
staring beyond
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For me, these words exactly describe the deep expression on the dancer's face. Well done.
Kerry, Thanks so much for your feedback on the poem. It's so good to have a sense of what really reaches others.
Deleteamazing and visceral. i feel as if a powerful lover
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Wow! Great reaction! Thanks so much.
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