dance (with me).

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all winter, their bodies of yoke
the apple blossoms, like a child,
waking into the sun; I see the sienna
rise in the kangkung flowers
of your hair,

the immobile, the henna; and archaic sands
in blue fibers of fields,
as the moon-eyed dreamers,
you and I—we’re in anamnesis of the womb,
our cerise,

skins to the lemon moon
and velvet landscapes in the dam of the flower
/ latticework /
and cosmic oceans
in baby’s breath, how can we see the sherry midnight
while the petals watch nakedly?
and we’re dreaming of a winter pigment
in the kintsugi ocean waves
aureate from light,
we dance; the moon is bare,
shelved for us in the egg rocks,
fragmented in lychee, dark stars
a ribcaged daughter of the earth,

as poetry sinks into my bones and bloodstream,
you still dance under the moon
with me.

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Written for the MTB dVerse prompt. I chose the option of writing poetry inspired by Louise Glück.

As well, this poem utilizes no themes or concepts of death and darkness. Kate challenged me to write a light poem, so I kept that in mind throughout the writing process. I think this should do. Hopefully.

51 thoughts on “dance (with me).”

  2. Uh-huh, Lucy-light tonight, and yet your filters still find uncharted dominions to explore. “dark stars, a ribcaged daughter of the earth” and “we’re dreaming of a winter pigment in the kintsugi ocean waves” and “how can we see the sherry midnight while the petals watch nakedly?” Your poetic revs up my own creativity, as I search for portals within your dark fascinating creativity

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    1. I’m honored to hear that, Glenn. I find your poetry to be an inspiration as well, so this delights me greatly. Thank you so much.

      Ha! “Lucy-light” has indeed taken over.

      For now.

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  4. lol knew this was the one when I started reading it Lucy, well done!

    there is so much poetic use of word and terms here …
    “cosmic oceans
    in baby’s breath”;
    “the henna; and archaic sands
    in blue fibers of fields,
    as the moon-eyed dreamers”

    absolutely love it, challenge well done … I also found LG most inspiring!
    Let light and love shine 🙂

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  5. I admire your word play and word pairings Lucy – lemon moon, sherry midnight. And this part is delicious as poetry steeps inside:

    we dance; the moon is bare,
    shelved for us in the egg rocks,
    fragmented in lychee, dark stars
    a ribcaged daughter of the earth,

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  6. kaykuala
    as poetry sinks into my bones and bloodstream,
    you still dance under the moon with me.

    It is great that you tie up poetry to good feelings and good relationships. It is true Lucy as poetry will tug at the emotions to bring great ideas to live!

    Hank

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    1. Thank you so much, Hank. I really appreciate the comment. 🙂

      I think often with poetry, it’s true that we might not express the brighter sides to life. Kate’s challenge helped me place and put into perspective the lightness in life that I appreciate, whether it be hope or love.

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  9. Your colourful poem danced across my laptop screen, Lucy! Such beautiful imagery of light and circularity from ‘dance (with me) to ‘you still dance under the moon with me’. I especially love the simile ‘apple blossoms, like a child, waking into the sun’ and the ‘lines:
    ‘…the moon is bare,
    shelved for us in the egg rocks,
    fragmented in lychee, dark stars
    a ribcaged daughter of the earth’.

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  11. I was swept up by the synergistic energy of the composition, earth and sky, egg and rock, the animate and the inanimate all locked in an eternal dance, as is the speaker in voice and soul. This line absolutely rocks: “dark stars
    a ribcaged daughter of the earth.” GORGEOUS.

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  13. Hi Lucy! I always look forward to reading your work, although I am a day late getting around to reading anyone on this prompt. I got hung up finishing my own poem. This prompt confused me a little. It certainly didn’t confuse you though this is a great Rite and I learned a new word kintsugi . Fascinating word and an excellent right here well done.

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  18. in blue fibers of fields,
    as the moon-eyed dreamers,
    you and I—we’re in anamnesis of the womb,
    our cerise,

    wwwooooooooooow dancing flooooooooooooow

    The entire poem is pure lunar glow

    😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

    Flow Wow

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  19. A beautiful piece, Lucy! I love that you explore the mysteries and endless loveliness of the sky and the way love blossoms at night. I also love the the presence in the poem is composing a poem while dancing. 🙂

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  21. Ah to write motivated by our most recent Literature Nobel Prize Winner….wonderful!’
    I was most struck by these words
    “and we’re dreaming of a winter pigment
    in the kintsugi ocean waves
    aureate from light,
    we dance;
    As many have said, you have your unique style in writing, Lucy. Oh my yes…this is one of your lighter creations. I always enjoy reading your posts….
    PS: I always look for the word “womb” in your poems….it’s so often there and in so many different descriptive ways. Keep on, Lucy!

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