Sunday 10 November 2013

hanging from the buckle to dance

Danseuse ajustant sa bretelle, 1895-96, Edgar Degas 
I have nailed a buckle or two on the wall
and hang my poems on those.
I have heard my poems humming songs,
with much dignity and grace.
I take the visions in my stride.
when my muse goes to sleep
I do not miss it.
I take down one of the poems,
rearrange the words to gain a new one
my buckle too gets heavy

"the years have helped me navigate
my dance moves with the poems
so that I do not lose the instant of black and white"







26 comments:

  1. Not too heavy, just right when we speak through dance.

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  2. well done, like the 'hanging' poems

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  3. you and your muse stepping the 'light
    fantastic' how wonderful


    much love...

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  4. esymodeA light, breezy voice that still can carry heavier thoughts!

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  5. The buckle is fantastic! Like the poems themselves mustn't be nailed down.

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  6. Beautifully done. Love the dancing!

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  7. I like your idea of reworking the words of a poem into a new one - I might try this!

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  8. Rearranging the words to get a new poem sounds like fun.

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  9. neat! always hang up your draft poems, you may not know when you need it. :)

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  10. buckling poems to the wall is an interesting image. Love the final stanza. Thank you.

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  11. I take down one of the poems,
    rearrange the words to gain a new one
    This one is awesome. rearranging to form a new one.

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  12. I am sure many of have done just that in rearranging the words in a stanza until they feel just right. I like the use of the dancer for as writers we always have words dancing before us almost enticing us to use them.

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  13. I like how you connect words, poems with dance...nice point of view.

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  14. This is remarkable. Your poems certainly do hum!

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  15. Love the notion of your poems humming songs...mine is about writing poetry, as well...

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  16. lovely words-and the image of a buckle.

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  17. wonderful poem...your muse will always have a place to hang...

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  18. What's applicable to one art is applicable to all. I liked this.

    =)

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  19. Seems you and your muse are definitely in step...beautiful piece

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  20. Like your take on the creative process.

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  21. Ah yes, when we dance, we live.

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  22. The opening two lines of this poem are just plain "brilliant." And I don't utter that lightly. Opening lines can either make or break a poem, motivate or demotivate the reader. Excellent conception for your open stich. Bravo!

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  23. our words dance where our feet can gain no purchase... I Liked this and how you linked verse and dance.

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