Thursday, May 28, 2015

Indie Rifting



Nothing ever feels as free
As the wide-open flail
Of falling into the beat,
A kind of self-initiated spell,
Not even my own arms
Belong to me, nary joint
Or capillary, each move
A piece of art choreographed
By accident, a mis-shuffled step,
A displaced shift of weight,
Realignment of bone structure,
The ligament bending where
The skin stretches me toward
A drum-induced hypnotism,
Hair spinning, lips kissing air,
Invisible microphones tripping
My legs and breasts in the same
Step until the last rift drops
And I become the woman
The world knows as only
One woman, once again.


Written for a prompt at Toads.

18 comments:

  1. The feeling of euphoria so eminent in the flow of dance :D
    Well penned..!
    xoxo

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  2. These opening lines ROCK:
    "Nothing ever feels as free
    As the wide-open flail
    Of falling into the beat,
    A kind of self-initiated spell"

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  3. That transformation speaks for me! I love the accidental choreography.

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  4. There is that release in your words that is most liberating... and afterwards appearing just the same ... very much so and yet transformed.
    But could you really afterwards?

    Realignment of bone structure,
    The ligament bending where
    The skin stretches me toward
    A drum-induced hypnotism,


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  5. You have somehow captured exactly how I feel about music that moves me :)

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  6. Really Cool - I like your youthful/modern take on this prompt. You really nailed this with you imagery choice! Vivid!

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  7. You certainly have a way with the words! Excellent description.

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  8. The first four and last four lines are terrific! Love the energy in this

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  9. I love the transformative nature of dance, and then the return to "being only one woman" again. Instead of She......the primal dancer-woman. Cool write!

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  10. What an awesome journey in this, Stacey!! I love this portion:

    "A piece of art choreographed
    By accident, a mis-shuffled step,
    A displaced shift of weight,"

    So true...some of these accidents are just perfectly imperfect!!

    Wonderful poem!! :)

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  11. Wonderful. Visceral. Accessible. Loved this.

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  12. Oh, beautifully done! Your poem whirled me faster and faster, then released me out the other side of the dance, spent but exhilarated. taking a new breath ...

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  13. this was a wonderful display of flailing free. it reminds me of when i used to sing and all the notes were on pitch and the words came out as impacting as i wished them to be to entice emotion from the ears that were atuned. a symbiosis of sorts.

    this was lovely and whimsically free

    gracias

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  14. Those last lines are slayers in the best way possible. I love how you took on this challenge. Thanks for posting to the out of standard!

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  15. So true, we are all secret rock stars.

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  16. Beautiful rendering of the free-fall of letting go to the music....I love this: "A drum-induced hypnotism, Hair spinning"

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  17. Choreographed by accident, interesting!

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  18. Haaa...that was as good a description as I have ever read. You nailed that unflappable feeling of the groove digging into your ribs. Wonderful!!!

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