in the ether
of condensed consciousness,
where nihility centers between past lives
and the next unknown,
brief rhythm of existence is exhaled
in a flash of light
maelstrom of the crowd
vibrating to the sonorous beat,
raining memories on blank faces
that forgot the ancient steps,
arc of her arm descends
to reach for his waiting hand,
eliading past predestined parameters
along the meridian of time,
his arms embrace her form
with newborn gentleness,
and guides her towards eternity’s focus,
with creation of their dance
chromatic condensation glistens
upon his brow in the moonlight,
droplets reflect her upturned face
waiting for the first glissade
across a dark expanse ahead,
notes soar between the stars
as their bodies harmonize with the cosmos,
each patterned step of melody
etched by their feet upon the earth,
creating a design known from within,
as souls continue to dance
under heaven’s vault
traces of starlight
race across the sky,
entwined with their shapes
that melt into the horizon,
he lifts her soul up
to grasp the rising sun,
as magenta rays cascade
to encompass their final movement,
they dip into perpetual bliss
beyond the dawn
and a new day
Author notes
eliade-from ea
raining memories-penciled lives
sonorous-Aerden
Mircea Eliade-Yes, I used his name as a verb in the poem. But you knew when I selected that word, I was thinking of his many interesting ideas about the placement of dance within the spiritual and secular culture. I took his paradigm approach, in my own way. I hope it was permissible.
drums (taken)
claves (taken)
beaten earth (taken)
the progression (taken)
courtship under the stars (taken)
the wooden bench (taken)
swirl of rainbow's fabric (taken)
mist of dreams (taken)
matching steps (taken)
the touch of their hands (taken)
long hair touching the floor (taken)
the gliding moon (taken)
a look over his shoulder (taken)
the rhythm of the night (taken)
If you want to see the dance:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKl94uMgif8
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I'm amazed at how you wrote the dance as love, thank you for the dance.
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Love what you did with Eliade - to eliade - let's conjugate that verb! It does sound like a dance move, I must say. Thank you for coming out for this dance!
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It's a metaphysical, universal write, the dance as metaphor, very descriptive and dense.
Nice write.
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May I have this dance? - The gliding moon
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matching steps - may I have this dance?
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a look over his shoulder - May I have this dance?
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May I have this dance? the rhythm of the night
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May I have this dance? Long hair touching the floor
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May I have this dance? The touch of their hands
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May I have this dance? Claves (What are they?)
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They are hand held percussion instruments, kind of like drum sticks, but different.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claves
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May I have this dance? - damn. ea's got it. OK, swirl of rainbow's fabric, please
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the wooden bench - may I have this dance?
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May I have this dance?
mist of dreams -
May I have this dance? - drums
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May I have this dance? - beaten earth
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May I have this dance? courtship under the stars
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May I have this dance?
the progression
Very interesting dance choice, by the way - the Cumbia. I just looked it up.
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These are all images from the way we used to dance it in the barrio, on hot summer nights. What a fun contest, ea!
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