When Sarah announced the theme for this week, I for some reason thought of "Dance me to the end of love" by Leonard Cohen.
But first here is my poem for the week.
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One French word flows into another
Smoothly, gracefully, shamelessly evocative.
Another juxtaposes itself, seemingly impossibly
Yet she moves through the pain,
Always beatific, soaring, falling.
Drawing the audience in, stretching them to breaking,
Fluidly moving them from the brink,
only to attempt a breach again.
Finally a crashing denouement of beauty, poise and grace
The dancer falls as the music ebbs, she is still.
The thrall broken.
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
So beautiful! Wish I'd put aside more time for artistry on my poem, which was a quick ten minute job!
ReplyDeleteYour poem reminds me of many ballet days as a girl & how it feels to watch the pros, in awe!
I LOVED reading this poem, thank you!
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