a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Spinning

photo by Francesca Woodman

Spinning spinning spinning
i sway to the fierce music
witness the not guilty
look for the mossy soul that weeps

dancing not for praise
but for disappearing
with no woe and a glint in my eye
i dance for going

to enter the light 
to seek the hushed place
for my soul to shine
Spinning spinning spinning

26 comments:

McGuffy Ann Morris said...

I can relate. I often feel exactly this way. Well done, Gail.

Michelle said...

Very nice. The hushed place is always the best.

Kathe W. said...

lovely image for your poem!

Sandra said...

beautiful way to put these words together. your poem tells a story that fits the dancer perfectly. clapping now

De said...

"dancing not for praise
but for disappearing"

...this makes me ache with understanding.

said...

I love this:

"witness the not guilty
look for the mossy soul that weeps"

Lee said...

What a whirl! Time to pause now...

swaying-in-the-arms-of-disappointment said...

There was a time when I could spin but no longer. Nice use of the words,

Elizabeth

Stephen Tremp said...

I like to spin. But don't tell anyone. Sometimes I have flashbacks and it's totally worth it.

Magaly Guerrero said...

"dancing... for disappearing" That puts all sorts of images in my head.

brudberg said...

I think a dance with purpose might forfeit the joy of moving.

eileeninmd said...

Good morning, I am afraid the spinning would make me dizzy! Wonderful use of words and poem. Have a happy new week!

Cat-tails: here be wagging tales said...

Capturing the essence of the soul wanting to temporarily escape its flesh-bound prison!

kaykuala said...

Yes, dance for the love of it. Lots of goodness can be achieved and many obstacles can be overcome! Rightly so Gail! Hank's corresponding posting is below not the one in Mag 303 (which is based on the photo given)

http://imagery77.blogspot.my/2016/01/cleverly-camouflaged-by-blending-with.html


Hank

Truedessa said...

Lovely use of the words and combining the two prompts. Finding that hushed place can bring us peace!

Lynne said...

I liked . . .
SPINNING

Jae Rose said...

This made me thinking of the Whirling Dervishes - an almost hypnotic, meditative form of allowing your soul to shine.. :)

Linda Kay said...

Hmmm. "The mossy soul that weeps"...great line!

Tess Kincaid said...

I'm a natural-born spinner...nice write...

Kutamun said...

The hushed place you have entered , indeed

Helen said...

When I dance alone, with no audience ~ I do disappear as you so beautifully described.

Susan Anderson said...

I took this in an entirely different direction, but I do love yours!

=)

Helen Killeen Bauch McHargue said...

You have dancing to disappear; I saw it as dancing to appear. That's what I love about the way we all see these prompts so differently.

Karen S. said...

i'm spinning with joy after reading this! That photo of the house is really something too!

C. Sandlin said...

very much enjoyed this! for me, it had spirit of reverence that I wish I'd noticed earlier. Lovely.

Michael said...

dancing has always seemed so foreign to me. But you give the motivations...nice thoughts

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