Just because I can’t do it myself doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate the wonders of dancing. I adore it, merely safely so from the sidelines where I cannot harm innocent bystanders with what they are not prepared to experience. And I can always create my own dance in a different format for the vicarious treat. Those of you who are dancers, if you’re willing, please continue! I’ll be right over here working on my variations.
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Hi kathryn… Just drop by to say Happy valentines!!!
And a very happy Valentine’s Day to you and your loved ones, my dear friend!!
Lovely poem! I smell gardenias on a warm summer night…
(Practice your dancing with a toddler – they love you no matter what!)
It’s true–when I’m among people whose language is different, I always look for the little kids, because they don’t give a fig if I have hideous grammar, repeat questions a thousand times, and make ridiculous mistakes. I’ll bet Chloe is a fabulous dancer, now that she’s in a place safe and happy enough for it!
And I presume that Niko has been well schooled in Dance already!
Dance, dance, dance….it lightens the heart. happy Valentine’s Day
Happiest Valentine’s Day to you, Kate! My heart *does* most of my dancing–but I’ll admit my sweetheart and I, both hopeless as “real” dancers, do enjoy our own shambling version at home when nobody else is looking. Today ought to be a fine day for that, no? 🙂
I’m picturing soft silken blue with the scent of jasmine, it sounds a heady mix.
What’s that expression, dance like no-ones watchng 🙂
Exactly (see my note to Kate)! Night-blooming flowers (jasmine or others) intrigue me in some of the same ways as the mysteries of why certain things like dancing, like silken fabrics, like a beautiful or graceful person, can have such powerful attraction for us.
Out of all your poems, I like this one the best. Good imagery and rhythm. And, a great ending.
Thank you, Dennis! I would love it if I had the musical talent to actually set this to a waltz tune, because it’s both intentionally dance-driven and, for me, very visual, to the point where I could really see people waltzing to it if that song existed.
good stuff…took me away for a moment, i like the colors and the night blooming flowers….
Thank you kindly, my friend. I always hope that my poems and musings might give others some of the same momentary ‘escape’ they give me–and that others’ arts (including dance) give me. Happy to have you visit here!
Pretty poem…
Thank you, Terri! And may you have a pretty day!
Beautiful!
🙂 Mandy
Somehow, from your writing and the graceful image I have of you, I suspect that *you* *do* dance well. I’m glad you like this! 🙂
You are too kind, thank you! 🙂
Lovely!
Thank you, sir! Glad to have you stop by here.
Kathryn
Sadly, my dancing days are now behind me. I remember the very day when I learned that I could never dance again. Perhaps you remember it. There was a simultaneous sigh of relief from the Dance World. They never did understand my “steps.”
This may have been one of the shortest pieces you’ve shared with us but it certainly wasn’t any the less enjoyable. Have a very Happy Valentine’s Day, Kathryn!
I hope you had a lovely Valentine’s Day too, John!
It sounds like you did once enjoy dancing, and I envy that memory, even if I’m sorry you can’t still dance as it seems you’d wish. My actual dancing days were confined to the second grade, when I took dance lessons for a year thinking (as an innocent 7-year-old might) that I’d instantly be the swan-en-pointe and instead getting jammed into a pair of tap shoes and the ugliest imaginable costume, and realizing that while most kids my age were evidently as flexible as Slinkys and uninhibited wrigglers, I could not touch my toes, tell my left from my right, or count a rhythmic pattern to save my life. Thankfully, my life didn’t depend on it, so as soon as we did our end-of-year recital I joyfully offloaded the hideous Psychedelic Minnie Mouse tutu and torturous taps and went back to dreamily watching actual swanlike dancers. 😉
Ahhh, nothing says Valentine’s and love like jasmine.. dancing.. blue silken dress and the lark’s song!! Pretty, pretty, pretty! Happy Valentine’s Day, dear Kathryn!! xoxoxo Smidge
While I’m not much of a frou-frou girl for the most part, I *am* still a big fan of Pretty! Happy V-Day, Smidge!!!
xoxoxo
A very nice poem and with three Irish dancing children I certainly do appreciate dance even if I’m no dancer myself.
You certainly *should* have an appreciation of dance, with it so deeply in the family blood like that!
Found your blog through Lightning Droplets. Beautiful stuff. I definitely agree that there is an unmatched freedom to dancing. My love for it is similar yet distinctive from the loves I feel for writing and art.
Thanks for coming here, Rebecca! Since I followed you back to your place and know that you write so powerfully, I’m grateful to have met and will enjoy seeing where our sojourns take us!
Kathryn