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A Day to Dance With
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Joy On a day like today
tell me not to believe
in Heaven
and I'll find it easier
to write Sanskrit
on a grain of rice;
call this natural selection,
a ballet of cells
that choreographed itself,
nerves and love and blood
spit out of
an ancient sea,
and I'll call that blind faith.
Today my soul
is a swarm of bees,
the color of the leaves
screaming to their deaths,
and it understands the forest
aging gracefully before my eyes--
trees soon to be startled nudes
flowing like ink in the rain.
But today . . .
today is what God
worked so hard for--
to see someone
crawl into this moment
and want it
with all they have in them,
the way a deer puts its soul
into flight from the hunter,
the way a hunter flings
its soul at the deer,
to be uncivilized, brazen,
and not look back,
to be an audience
like the sky,
yet microscopic
as a lifetime,
to praise . . .
by Patricia Joan Jones
'a ballet of cells that
'a ballet of cells
that choreographed itself,
nerves and love and blood
spit out of
an ancient sea,' !! no one but you could write this
(re fall) 'trees soon to be startled nudes
flowing like ink in the rain.' !!!!!! i will probably never
see a winter tree again without thinking of this line
'to see someone
crawl into this moment'
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A Day To Dance With
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Thank you again and again for
Thank you again and again for that thrilling feedback and for all your support. It means so much.
Nicely composed, well written poem of praise. Thank you for taking so much time on my work. I appreciate your consideration.
i like this most:
"Trees soon to be startled nudes
Flowing like ink in the rain"
and this too:
"To be an audience like the sky"
thanks for sharing
salam