Moon Dancer

moondancerShe dances in the moonlight under starry skies
to the rhythmic beat of distant drums.
The same ones she’s heard throughout her life
The drums she holds so dear.

She has blood of the ancients
coursing through her veins….
(crimson river of life)
whose force runs deep and pure
and is the very essence
….the core of her being.

Here in the moonlight
the ancients and she are
dancing spirits around
the camp fires of her
heart and soul
forever wild.

She leaves the broken arrows
of their past behind
and treads
moccasin-ed feet light upon
Mother Earth as she dances
out the beat, knowing thunder
in her heart from their hooves
as those White horses’
she loves so much
suddenly appear from out of
her moonlit trance.

Her hair is taken by the breeze
soft white feathers tease
her cheek
and she smiles as they
race on past without a
care for harness’s nor any
other human wear.

She knows inner peace
and calm
(meditation almost)
as she dances
focused on the harmony
of Earths pure energy.

She is dancing in the dark
in the glow of night
with the spirits of
the ancient ones to
keep her company

She is a beautiful
Moon Dancer
her soul forever



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I Believe I Can Fly

In that half awake
half in dreams realm
where everything is real
(or so it seems)
a child wanders
here, there and, everywhere

There are no borders
no walls or fences to divide
to keep people in or, to
keep people out

Everyone is happy
for the monsters who live
under the bed
hide behind curtains
or, who peep through the windows
because well…
that’s what monsters do
They arrive at night
to frighten you.

In that hazy fog of half-remembered
I could swear in all the yearning
(substitute that for dreams)
knowing for certain if I swing
my arms round and around
in circles at my sides
for long enough and, run as fast
as I possibly could

slowly, I would begin
to lift at first
then, to float

finally, to leave the ground behind
and as long as my arms
kept moving

I could fly.
Oh yes, I could fly

Here, there, and everywhere
in a peaceful sky.


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*Used to dream frequently as a child that I could fly.

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Carry on Tuesday #182 Here, there and everywhere
Poetry Jam Make Believe

Origami Dragons

As the music reached its coda, almost the end of its movement, the origami dragon too, moved with such shimmy.
Spangling delicately sewn along its scales sparkled in abstract light. It’s creator had shelved the others leaving them
to ferment in their silent paper cacophony of aches and creased complaints as she continued to put on an exquisite,
ethereal show to the delight of her enchanted audience.


After I had written this, I was amazed to find a picture of an actual origami dragon being used in a dance.  It was meant to be 🙂

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On hands and knees
to hide,
to blend into the scene
she becomes the quiet brave.

It took a forceful cunning
using tricks to save him
from the flames and then
yes, her master’s
dinner plate.

She didn’t understand how
it possibly could be
but she knew this dove was her
twinned soul
and even though she herself
was slave
she needed him to be free.

With energy borne of cosmic love
her heart skipped as they
exchange one last glance
to last for eternity.
One last shared thought
and with dramatic flair
one last push of will
and, wished kiss upon a breath of air

His flexible wings opened wide to take
in her breath and carry him up
to clouds on high.

The sweet release of letting go
will leave her richer for scars
she’ll later wear as the price
for setting him free.


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This is all fantasy based on the picture. I’ve written for this pic before but, it’s always intrigued me as to why she would be so dirty, on her hands and knees and blowing him a kiss as she sets it free. Why would she go to those length?
So, I came up with the thought of them being soul mates.  Who knows. Stranger things have happened.

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