and end in dirt.
In the time between,
a reeling dance,
a disappearing interval
where
panic
and
ecstasy
look very much the same.
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for Sunday Muse #121
and end in dirt.
In the time between,
a reeling dance,
a disappearing interval
where
panic
and
ecstasy
look very much the same.
_____
for Sunday Muse #121
Ah, but that reeling dance can be all too sweet!!
ReplyDeleteOh Shay this is amazing! Think fast indeed. Life is so brief, and goes by so quickly. I love the reeling dance and how the chaos and all that is beautiful can seem to intertwine. Another stunning piece of poetry from you my friend!
ReplyDeleteA very enjoyable read for me. I was seeing the life and dance of the taindrops. Also enjoyable, I love to see the prompter's thoughts, Shay, you did not disappoint, Good Job. Thank you.
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Even in so few words, you manage to make whole worlds for us, Shay, to examine, to fear, to accept, perhaps even to relish. I think the Greeks would agree with you on those last four lines, and I agree with you on all of it. Sharp, biting, and not one word wasted.
ReplyDeleteWow. A little dizzy after reading this. Felt the drop in my stomach.
ReplyDelete"where panic and ecstasy look very much the same" -- most excellent. The opening lines are great, from heaven down to earth, reverse ascension.
ReplyDeleteAfter I picked myself off the floor--awestruck--I counted the words. Twenty-seven, if I didn't make a mistake. Wowzer!
ReplyDelete(I've been thinking about death lately, since I'm in my 60s. I've had a great life. I've seen some of the world's wonders, and my kids--who are incredible kids--have families of their own. I haven't any regrets...)
Sometimes a dance of sunful joy...Lately it has been a dance of hail, thunder, and what the hell.
ReplyDeleteI don’t want to go beyond the reeling dance... safer here.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant descriptions 🙌🏽
It's in between the clouds and the dirt that life happens.
ReplyDeleteit's the dance and the soundtrack of our journey that keeps
us on our toes.
So lovely .... coming from clouds feels soothing ... the light fluffy safe kind.
ReplyDeleteOh, I love this! "We come from clouds".........
ReplyDeleteWe come from the clouds and end in dirt... How true!!!
ReplyDeleteWanted to say hi, and enjoyed your poem. Great pic prompt. I wrote a little ditty for it. Still can’t leave a comment on thr Sunday Muse site.
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ReplyDeleteWell, just trying to say hi, guess your site doesn’t like me :(
ReplyDeleteLiked your poem Shay. Don’t know if you will see this?
ReplyDeleteWoops, oh shit! Sorry Shay!
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