haunts me even now—ghostly chords that reach
beyond three decades (almost four)
and pull me back again. I hear the sounds that teach
my feet to dance on wooden floors,
my stockinged feet to dance on polished floors and swirl
and sway as if the universe
were me and I were it and nothing else—no world
no sky no sun no stars—rehearsed
in my uniquely isolated space. I danced
eyes closed, body liquid-sound
to flow into around and through a space entranced
by notes that none but I had found.
A contest entry
- Ecstasy of Movement by MortalPhoenix.
700 points, ended July 30, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Excellent poem ...
and after looking at the medal poems in that contest, it's obvious that your entry was a matter of pearls before swine.
You should enter this in a contest with a host with some taste other than bad.
Anyway, this is extremely well done, and far better than any I noticed in that contest.
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Many thanks. This is the third or fourth re-working of an experience which--the longer I hang around the planet--becomes more and more meaningful. Much appreciate your reading and response.
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Ooo, I love this. The idea is very profound, the music that inspires the dance and the poem itself. I enjoyed reading this very much, the depth and meaning gave me some things to think on.
Well penned.
~lost
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Ah, gifted poet,
in the reader's mind
you create the swirling visual
and the memorable audio,
as you communicate, mind to mind.
Aesthete
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I like how you make the title an actual part of the poem.
I like how you use complete sentences, but it doesn't sound like prose and prose with line breaks.
I like the enjambment.
I like everything about this poem.
I especially like your last line - notes that none but I had found.
Oh, yes, everything. I like everything. celtic queen
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Thank you. You responded to everything just as I had hoped, and picked up on the key elements in composition and structure. I much appreciate your taking the time to read the respond.
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"...as if the universe
were me and I were it and nothing else—no world
no sky no sun no stars—rehearsed"
The breath of fresh air I needed today. Thanks.
Wonderfully written!
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Very well written and touching. Very unforced rhyme scheme.
Beautiful.
Thank you for entering and good luck. -
I know this place. As a child I first found it in the art class when a teacher asked us to draw to the music. Then I was at my grand mothers and alone in a back room while everyone else was in the front of the house and the record player was on for them to hear, but I alone was in the room and gliding, flying, becoming more than I could ever be without the music. Thanks for reawakening the memories.
Peace,
Tom B.
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