I wear beads at my breasts
warmed by blood that courses
to rhythm of skin on skin songs
that lift feet from ground
a trill begins as growl
low, deep-throated, close to moaning
as I can muster in any meaningful way
to become a high-pitched plea
my head arches back as if searching sky
for relief to this serene supplication
to offer throat and soft-sunken hollows
to be caressed, or lifted to pulsar stars
swing of fringe and hip and shoulders
add to ecstasy of this beautiful movement
that holds me in soulful swell
to musical notes, wanting, oh, my god,
wanting, one high held howl
to be heard by harbingers
my hands hang on to a wing,
and I pull it to ancient amber,
hand-polished, like drum,
who has felt the hands of a master
I dance for my warrior, who watches
from heated heaven that is stirred
by my meaningful moves
in hopes his soul will slip back for a moment
Author notes
Every year there is a Memorial Dance and Healing Dance for those who are grieving. I still enter the arbor to dance and I suppose, as long as I can dance, I will. It is the only way I know that I can seduce his spirit into coming back for a few moments of my absolute surrender to him.
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- Seduction by Peteskid.
1000 points, ended July 1, 2007, 15 entries
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Excellent
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Dear Carol
Being a native of my own country (Maori New Zealander), I fully related to your poem and the dance. It is absolutely beautiful and the spirit moved me so much. Very best of luck in the contest and God bless you dear friend.
Kia ora e arohanui,
Petratani
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A Labor of Love.
"wanting, oh, my god,
wanting, one high held howl
to be heard by harbingers"
He hears you M'Lady!
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Well i could see the arbor and the dust rising up and feel the drum, seduction on a higher plane of thought and existence, so spiritual; thank you for this fine entry into the contest and best of luck to you in the judging...PK
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"I dance for my warrior, who watches
from heated heaven that is stirred
by my meaningful moves
in hopes his soul will slip back for a moment"
Sighhh...Magnificent. Exquisite. Such a testament to Love. The power & faith to move heaven & earth in order to remember the magic that once was...& could so easily be again...Miracles happen every day...I shall pray one happens for you.
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I dance for my warrior, who watches from the heaven that is stirred by my meaningful moves. Niec lines to end this poem. Thank you for explaining this ritual dance, puts the poem into perspective. Good luck in the contest. ~Sie
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