Dance

A circle starts somewhere

Primordial and ecstatic

A spirograph of hidden design

A Mandala of movement

 

And we dance

 

Hopscotch and double dutch we dance

Fractal orbits we dance

Following the songlines of creation

We dance

 

Concentration, inspiration, presentation

Musical intonation

Counting with our heart

The sound of our feet

While the always intimate position

Body close, hand on hip

Push and pull

Turn and dip

Is like the springtime ecstacy of birds

Who also in their migration

Their flocking murmuration

Become spiraling points

Within a greater design

 

In unison we dance

Toppling tops of kinetic coexistence

We dance

Faithfully following the unknown

Leading with back turned

Even when motionless in that frozen moment

Which is both beginning and end

We dance

 

A circle starts somewhere.

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Mae Foreman

Sat 3rd Aug 2019 10:43

It has an entrancing ritualistic quality that gets you in the zone, with that circular movement... Great work Adam! Now that would sound awesome in audio! I look forward to hear your recital! Perhaps accompanied by a rhythmic simple drum, like bongos!
Excellent 🎈
Mae

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Adam Rabinowitz

Sat 3rd Aug 2019 05:08

Thank you Devon, Trevor, Ray, and Jemima. Your encouragement means a lot. Looking forward to reading your works.

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Jemima Jones

Fri 2nd Aug 2019 13:37

Beautiful and so very much worthy of being considered as the poem of the week. Thank you.Jemima.

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raypool

Fri 2nd Aug 2019 12:38

I like the implication of natural joy that comes with circular and spiral movements so reminiscent of nature itself, and you have captured it so well. I am not a fan of formal dance preening but this is something entirely different!

Ray

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trevor homer

Fri 2nd Aug 2019 12:10

I like the realms in which this poem operates - the organic nature of dance is conveyed very well. Trevor

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Devon Brock

Fri 2nd Aug 2019 11:03

Adam - "spirograph"! Such a glorious toy. To me, this whole poem centers, pivots, and dances on it.

D

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