Abandon through dance

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http://junkshopsnapshots.blogspot.com/2010/10/dance-to-music-of-time.html

I would have been the girl

laughing in my nature dance,

I would have been the girl laughing

wild abandon that is beauty

I would have been

ensnared in the dance that is life,

I would be spinning under the setting sun

summers demise and warm autumn nights,

I would have been the girl

dancing with my friends,

not a care in the world,

embracing all that is

in this rich and beautiful tapestry

of trees and grass soft on the feet,

woven like a waltz,

one two three

to be simply free,

I would have been the girl.

 

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I am a sometimes poet on a quest to master the universe of my mind. My writing runs the gamut of nature, off beat, life and basically the world as I see it through the windows of my eyes. Welcome to my blog. Sit a spell in your big comfy armchair or favorite spot and read for a while if it suits and don't forget to leave a comment to let me know who you are and all that jazz. Looking forward to what each day brings and catch you on the flip side of the stars. Peace and blessings.

14 thoughts on “Abandon through dance”

  1. “Barefoot girls dancing in the moonlight”…(CCC)
    A lovely text and a lovely photo. I am always moved at those old photographs: those young girls, barely twenty maybe in the early 1900’s, in a – then – schocking composition. They were probably born around 1880, grew old, became grandmothers, great-grandmothers maybe, possibly survived two world wars, and are now gone ‘cept for a sepia photograph and a few light, laughing words they inspired.
    🙂

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    1. I like old photos too, I was surprised at the racy element and figured it might have been during prohibition perhaps…snapshots of a blissful moment in life and how did their lives turn out😊 thanks for the great comment😊

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      1. You’re right. I keep forgetting how Prohibition marked Americans. For us it was “les années folles”. I have photos of my grandmother before WWI, long hair, dresses to the ground, probably a corset. She was born in 1880. And then I have another photo, early twenties, she’d cut her hair and her dresses. Thank you Coco Chanel!

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      1. Me too really in many ways, the kids are grown now and while I still have to make some sacrifices, but not nearly the same as when they were children. Now I’m in my early 50’s and I feel like I’m only at 1/2 time in this game of life. I admit, its easy to let my aches and pains take over my priorities, making me feel more like its the middle of the 1/4 quarter lol I remain committed to making the 2nd half as good or even better that the 1st. To go to a concert and shake my bones (Not as fast or as long) as I use to, but dance none the less and then to dance with another like minded person between the sheets after, well that’s the plan. Until then I will have to shake em to the stereo alone until I can fill in the blanks. This poem stands as an anthem to such dreams. ❤

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      2. Thanks Hugh, old bones still move, I hear you, almost fifty myself….sometimes I forget and just let go….dancing away while the young kids look at you like you’re crazy, but that’s the best part…knowing someday they’ll be there too, and the they will look back. As long as we feel young and jubilant, that’s the important stuff in life☺️ and a concert, I haven’t been to one of those in years….maybe I should get to one…if the stones can still tour, I can hit something…haha😊

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