One-Liner Wednesday: Dance.

Picture courtesy of Joel Valve- Unsplash

I may not be perfect but I am whole.
When things get too much and depressions wanting fed.
Bugger it I shout and go dancing in my head

© willowdot21

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Wordless Wednesday: Dancing.

© willowdot21

#TANKATUESDAY WEEKLY POETRY CHALLENGE. EXPHRASTIC#photoprompt.

Selma and Colleen selected the painting for this week’s Ekphrastic#photoprompt. It’s a Degas and you can read more about it HERE.

Remember, we can see what’s in the image, so write your poem using the image as an inspiration. Don’t just describe what you see in the image. Think about metaphor and allegory. Just remember to check which form you’re using. Some of the Japanese forms frown upon the use of metaphors. This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing, inspired by visual art.

I chose to write an Abhanga. The Abhanga is written in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. It is customary to title your poetry. It is not the ordinary Russian people’s fault that they are lied to by their government and media. This is what I have tried to express in my poem .

Our piece of Art is.

Title: Russian Dancers
Artist: Edgar Degas (French, Paris 1834–1917 Paris)
Date: 1899 via https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/

DON’T TRUST PUTIN

Whirl and stamp, heel, toe high
Stamp those boots, drown out lies.
Hear truth before it dies
Don’t trust Putin.

Mother Russia blushes
Her Boots are made to stamp
Ukraine caught in her clamp
Don’t trust Putin.

Don’t listen to the news
Open your eyes, look
The man’s an evil crook
Don’t trust Putin.

PART OF COLLEEN’S TANKA TUESDAY.

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #206 Bliss&Brawn.

This week Ronovan has given us the two prompt words of Bliss and Brawn for his Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Rules and Pingback Here

Sheer brawn lifts her up

Twirls her round ends in a kiss

Oh! My it’s sheer bliss.

One Liner Wednesday: Dancing in my head

You will not lose that curvature and  your figure will never be the same and I am sorry to say, dear, you need to get used to that pain. Looking out the window I heard the words they said  but I was miles away by then dancing in my head .

Me  back in 2010

This is part of one liner Wednesday at http://lindaghill.com/2015/06/24/one-liner-wednesday-quite-right/

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Dance Deborah Dance.

For Deborah

Dance in the sunlight  dance  by the moon

Dance till you are dizzy. Spin till you swoon!

Dance up the hills and skip down the dales

Dance across the water  like a ship with full sails

 

Dance if you can and dance if you will

Dance in the restaurant  till the waiter brings the bill

Dance if  you can dance if you can’t

Dance Dance Dance Dance make it your chant!

 

Dance if  your  body lets you and when it will not

Dance in your  head it easy, easy so give it a shot.

Dance to your  health and to mine

Dance Dance forget the bad for a while and let the good shine!

 

The Dancer

He could dance  he could  fly

He could leap across the sky.

He could grapevine,he could box

He could shimmy like a silver fox.

 

He was never praised at work or school

Always he was regarded as the fool!

But away from all prying eyes he was cool.

Watch those feet fly he’s a jewel.

 

So for now he dances alone

But not forever will he be on his own

Some day soon his dream girl will join him in the zone.

 

Dance ( a Tetractys)

DANCE

Dance

Light toes

Cha-cha-cha

Flair skirt tip toe

Released mind flies high smiling lips sigh bye

Looking into the Universe.

Looking into the Universe, yes even I, little me, can look and I can see. It is such an amazing view I wonder how it all started, and how it grew. Did God create some sparkly lights and throw them like dice all scattering.

Little me, my big eyes beg the answers, my little body and legs are those of a dancer, light and bright I dance I am a starlight prancer.The Universe is so vast I cannot see an end or a beginning. I try to figure it all out  but it just sets my head a spinning.

If I look up while spinning round the stars and planets are a kaleidoscope pattern  merging into one. I love to do this as I feel the Universe and I are one. All worries hopes and fears rising up, up into the stars until boom they are gone .

Why do my eyes look so sad why are they full of fear . It is not what I see in the Universe but what is said on this earth, the sad things that I hear. I shall dance and I shall watch the Universe for all the answers are there. One day we all shall know and my eyes will loose their fear.

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A special thank you to Ethel, Thomas and Phoebe at fourwindowspress   for allowing me to use this beautiful drawing .

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Magic on the dance floor

dance dance

See Pat on the dance floor see her reddy brown hair styled to the last strand dancing with a young man who leads her by the hand. Watch  her glittery red dress how it catches the light it is red with silver threads in, she really looks just right.

A group, now have formed around her joining in her fun she smiles and looks so happy her eyes as bright as the sun. She knows the band so well and they recognize her too she has been a regular for so long she knows their set through and through.

Her eyes really sparkle as she sings along with the words she loves it on the dance floor she can  be a free as a bird. Her long slim legs all silky end in graceful dancing shoes. It is great out on the dance floor no one knows who is who!

Yes Pat loves it on the dance floor having so much fun she is herself now, no ones wife, lover or even mum. So as the music finishes and floor begins to clear the group call her name and thank her for being here. Her prince charming smiles down at her as he returns her to her table.

He thanks her for joining him , she smiles at him  and says  “Thanks as long as I am able.” Nothing is ever going to stop Pat if she wants to dance some more, as long as her mobility scooter moves she will be out there on the dance floor!

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(The photo used is is of no one I know I found it on the net , it seemed to express what I am trying to say in this poem.)

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