And they dance in swirls
of light and shadow, left
to their dreams because no one
is watching, not even the artist
seeing only his own impressions
imagined, a kind a dream or series
of dreams, asking if the dancers
themselves know, or know to dream,
or even are. Still they swirl and pivot
in dances of light and shadow,
the dance transforming the dreams,
the dance becoming the dreams.
The poetry prompt at Tweetspeak Poetry this week is “Dancers and Dreams.” And I do love to dance, and dream.
Photograph of the Edgar Degas painting “Dancers in the Foyer” by Sallies Stone via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
i love that you love to dance and dream :)
"the dance becoming the dreams"
and the dreams becoming the dance...
dance is but a dream
So, I've got my card punched for when I do make it to a THC retreat. Sir Glynn, we are gonna rock that floor. Or maybe waltz or 2-step or swing… Either way, dancing is my thing. Too.
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