PART II IN TEN SCENES
The hotel melts onto the Champs-Elysee;
Rome’s ashes float eternally on the Tiber.
A tea-dance stops in Berlin.
An Englishwoman fires at Hitler.
Mannequins in pink rehearse with
the corps de ballet – float through nine lives
Jeté en air
float on clouds
land in New York.
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A princess ran away —
she left luxury in a forest.
Her life was a Czardas
played on a violin
by a peasant who
once sank into a swamp,
but rose to marry the princess who
danced with their son as they
migrated to strange lands.
Their trails crossed time and melodies;
their shoes multiplied. They learned
from passing sheep and random cows.
Potatoes raised from the earth, apples
fell from the trees. They danced through
color and blankness..pioneers–
leaving behind angels and broken promises
going forward to find the horizon.
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In dreams I am weightless
gravity becomes visible
I change, grow wings, fly.
This architecture seems emotionless,
also weightless; freedom flows
construction as fluid as
water, invisible as wind.
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Words dancing – language moves.
Partners become one
through elemental feelings.
The NOW elongates,
the past feels closer,
the future turns on the wheel.
Lightning strikes, thunder cracks!
Outer roars meet inner screams –
sleep’s a path to peace.
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Summer settles like wet mush
steam rises as the moon wanes
the soul sheds its skin.
Ghost thoughts fill the void.
Sentience appears behind the veil
The movement changes yet moves on.
There souls turn weightless
spinning through summer leaves
one may find its mate in the light of a new moon.
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Sword leaves saw edges
cut sunshine to splinters
falling shards splinter time
Talent filled colors
flow from the sun’s descent
art’s fierce paradigm
shadows deepen history’s secrets
a sense of deja-vu
dark matter permeates thoughts
twilight’s like sailing through stars
where ghosts exchange melodies
all harmonics rearranged
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Deception deep in DNA
That life has no limits
Stretches beyond horizons
Like perpetual gyroscopes in motion
our minds explore new ideas,
an endless phantasmagoria of thoughts
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Birthday dance of fireworks
freedom bursts in colored sparks
born at dawn’s light in cold and mud
Strings sing while feet dance
Behind the veil a girl moves
the urge to begin again is strong
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Caught by a rose’s thorn
shredded by the western wind
wrapped onto a wagon wheel
love holds on against nature’s force
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Thread your ring
onto the crescent moon
as the quadrille begins.
Join Venus, Sirius, and Jupiter
to music of the spheres as galaxies arise
∞
©Gay Reiser Cannon * 3/9/16 – All Rights Reserved
If you haven’t read and care to read Part I it is here:
https://hollyheir.wordpress.com/2016/01/22/vignettes-inspired-by-pina-bausch/
In dreams I am weightless
gravity becomes visible
I change, grow wings, fly.
Lovely work here 🙂
Thank you for liking this. Much appreciated.
This is a lovely collection and I very much encourage you to put into publication ~ Each part is filled with movements yet working fluidly ~
Wishing you all the best and hope to see more of you come April ~
This is a wonderful collection of poems, I especially like the one about in dreams I am weightless, that is so true and it is a feeling of freedom.
Oh my, this is amazing. The first part called to mind the book I’m currently reading, “The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto” by Mitch Albom. It’s a story of a fictional musician starting in the 1940s in Spain told from the point of view of MUSIC. The author weaves in known musicians. Loving it.
Thanks for that information. Sounds like something I would like to read. I’m finishing up the “Wicked”books. I’m on the third one. They’re so imaginative, but not crazy about the storytelling method. Thanks for the notes.
As I read your note again, I thought about how all art is related. Even if not immediately — a piece moves us and we put that experience into memory and then later use it as a touchstone to another way to deliver that thought artistically.
I find it amazing how each little poem connects in my mind to a longer narrative.. It would be a wonderful book I think…
You know your ballet terms! I remember an earlier series of vignettes inspired by Bausch. Have you considered making a collection? It would work so beautifull with photos of performances! (Although copyright may be an issue, of course).
Thank you – I am trying in my limited way to draw some illustrations. They’re very sloppy as my artistic skills are rudimentary. I am glad you liked the vignettes. I am a lover of dance but sadly not a dancer. I’m hoping in my next life..perhaps?
Lovely Gay – so sensually and feelingly done – you take me there… A real treat for Scottie!
These were lovely.
Part 1 and 2 all in 10 scenes each. You are set for a drama or play with scenes all worked out beautifully. Go for it Gay! A clear mind can accomplish many things! Great!
Hank
Loved all your verses….very powerful write…..
“Deception deep in DNA
That life has no limits
Stretches beyond horizons”
Back here after reading Part 1 — So 2 for me found a stream of lieder into the art of that dance, intelligent and emotional, abstracted in order to find a way more deeply into the stream. How do we get to poetry’s depths–its mysteries–except through some wandering through history? That’s what I get here, a downward spiral of little rooms. Perhaps it is the dream language acquired here which enables the more knowledgeable connection with the art, a marrying of history and mystery. For me the gem at the bottom of the well, what’s worth keeping for future work, was said here: “Strings sing while feet dance / Behind the veil a girl moves / the urge to begin again is strong.” — Great stuff, Gay, such an encouragement to me that there is so much more yet to write!
Thank you B. I love getting notes from you. It makes the writing worthwhile.
Although each section is so different from each of the other sections, the sense of DANCE is clear throughout. Lovely!
This is a dance indeed and this portion really spoke to me:
“Their trails crossed time and melodies;
their shoes multiplied. They learned
from passing sheep and random cows.
Potatoes raised from the earth, apples
fell from the trees. They danced through
color and blankness..pioneers–
leaving behind angels and broken promises
going forward to find the horizon.”
I really appreciate the sense of listening to the earth and its animals.
Well done!!
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