Into rhythm

 

 

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Her leg held high, the line of her body
balletic, her arm cradling her head
Before sweeping it across the floor
moving to her chest, covering the
heart beating wildly beneath her skin

Her feet strapped in patent stilettos
her legs articulated on the boards
and he drew beside her,  feathering
fingers on her bare waist

She stilled, drawing the back of her hand
across his cheek as they embraced
Intricate, complex their bodies entwined

Fervidly the drums beat
until their breathing synchronised

Copyright JMTacken 13.6.2014

 

I wanted to write outside of the circle that I’m in at the moment. A thank you to all of you for supporting me and continuing to read. I will try and read and comment on your posts whenever I can. x

inside (Prose – from 3 words)

Oh I have another 3 words kindly given to me by   summerstommy2  please go and visit and say hello.

Scurry, polite, anonymous – again I twitch nervously.

Feet step on terracotta leading to the entrance
my chiselled wooden door, solid structure that holds
my life within and holds the world outside
it’s where I have my secrets; where my life is mine
to write to my hearts content or scurry ‘cross the woollen rugs
a cushion held and twirl to orchestrated music in my head

and if by chance I’m anonymous in this world where I reside
I take that as a blessing in-between the minutes of routine
for I have the chance to dance like no-one’s watching
to shimmy down the catwalk of my hallway,  to pour a wine
and place my feet upon the table,  if these are things I choose to do

and in my chase to find myself I shall ask the universe
but be polite of course  to keep me whole , to keep me sane and
safe behind my heavy wooden door, that cuts out all I need
not know or need to care about, till I decide I need fresh air
and tread again
the terracotta steps

jmtacken Sept 2013

A little more SOC with this – as my muse didn’t want restrictions this evening.

**Please keep sending  your 3 words,  if you would like me to write something from your inspiration.

A journey not yet taken

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and I
on bended knee
in solitary repose
arm outstretched as if in
dance
……deciphering
the visions floating
in my head
imagination perhaps
…..a dream
in blackened chiffon dress
collecting thoughts
indeed I tried to
make some sense
…..for
I pictured modern angels
who danced
a rhythm of
their own
perched mid air
enraptured by the
beam of light
with poise and grace
and arms outstretched
…..as mine
enigmatic
bellowed sleeves for wings
they hung above my head
was it from
a dance in life
or a dance
after their
…..death
yet I felt
no fear or anxiety
for their faces held
…..no pain
I heard whispers
merely ethereal souls
on our
journey from
…..earth plain

~~~~~~~

Flight of Fancy

From VisDare another amazing photo to get our creative juices. 150 words or less. 74 words.

http://anonymouslegacy.blogspot.co.uk/2013/05/visdare-22-flight-of-fancy.html

Growing Old

Please

Stop the clock from clicking time
for as long as can be granted
times still need celebrating
and lives are wished to live
without thinking of the imminent
for they have so much more to give

please

let them feel the freedom in their legs
so they may walk as in their prime
without the need of 4 wheeled ‘helpers’
on which they now rely

please

let them bend and lift and stand
and make them strong and able
let them swirl upon the dance floor
in each others arms once more

please

let them pass the day without
the aches and pain
a time table of tablets taken
to ease their suffering

please I plead

let them simply be
as they were when they were young
before the troubles of their age
let them have the days ahead
without feeling so afraid

For my parents – my readers forgive my posts the last couple of days. I need to write at the moment to expel my feelings of pain and frustration out. I thank you for your patience and understanding. Hopefully my father (Pop) will recover from what he is experiencing right now and I shall be in a better frame of mind and my writing will be of lighter content.

Dances of life

Quick step
children
inhibitions
none
climb the tree house
cordial   IS        wine
doctors and nurses
play
show me            yours
I’ll show you mine
friends
puppy love
no
restrictions   giggles
Samba
hormones           race
fast
furious
do you            love me
am I                pretty
am I                handsome
will I     do
shall I             tell you
how my heart      jumps
how do I        kiss
do I                linger
mouth     closed
or       open
tongue
Tango
body          heat
sensual
head flings back
arms
grip waists
move        rhythmically
guitar      cello
we only     hear us
front to front
eyes locked
uncontrolled
passion             erotic
touch my chin
lift
my face
kiss me
Waltz
two as one
different rhythm
teared eyes meet
memories
of the years
an arm well known
embracing
holds my back
comfy
cherished
love remains
we kiss
with opened mouth
the dances
of life

 

 

For    http://dversepoets.com/

Bequested love

Dance with me
and set
fine step with
virginals
recorders
and cornets

Let me introduce you
to court my lady
my lady
dressed in
fashioned finery

galliard
stockings white
whirl to music
played
this night

whitened skin
beauty fair
reddened cheeks
and auburn hair

my lady I shall
forsake my life
for yours
I shall betake
to ends of earth
declare my love
forgo the whores

grant me
company with
your honesty
for I do not
look upon you
commonly

utmost charm
you spellbind
elegant eyes
that haunt me
I pray you are
inclined

hold you hand
in mine
dance lightly
look into my eyes
can I convince
this is no guise

composition
beauty and grace
modestly majestic
no finer lady
dressed in lace

smile for me my lady
lower eyelids
coyly
let me raise your hand
look not upon me
shyly

crowded jewels
upon your dress
impassioned is
my love

let me confess
to you my love
I’ve sworn
this night of nights
I am reborn

 

ramblingsfromamum 1.1.2013

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What’s your routine in the morning?

Today as I opened my sleepy eyes & thought its best I get ready for my day, I lay for a second or two longer and thought…same old routine… Which led me to think a little more…does everyone stick to the same routine day in & day out? I realise those with young children would have a different regime than I but it wouldn’t it be nice to do something just a little different?

  • Alarm by way of my mobile rings out its glorious wake up tune next to me (though some mornings I need a 21 gun salute to do the job)
  • Me ‘Ugh’ time to get up (do I really have too? Just another 5 minutes my inner self tells me).
  • Press off stupid, annoying, inconsiderate alarm (look at time & realise I don’t have just another 5 minutes).
  • Feet onto floor, slippers on and grab dressing gown (yes the mornings are still cold over here).
  • Open draw to retrieve knickers and bra (wouldn’t it be nice not to have to bother occasionally?)
  • Stagger with eyes half open to the en-suite and turn the heater on (I don’t like the cold).
  • Still staggering into the family room & put main heater for the house on (Damn didn’t put the timer on).
  • Toilet time (ok so no need for details here).
  • Open shower door, turn on taps, wait…wait..dressing gown off, singlet and knickers off, slippers kicked off (Not the time to look in the mirror).
  • Weigh myself (Scary but necessary ..it’s a ritual I do every morning..tells me if I can or cannot eat for the day).
  • Step into shower..damn it’s hair wash day again ( yep every 2nd day it’s the wash).
  • Shower shampoo, conditioner (shave any necessary bits that have been left purposefully unattended due to the weather being cold and I’m pretty much covered up any-ways).
  • Grab specific hair drying towel and wrap head in turban. Grab body towel – larger & commence the onerous process of drying every nook & cranny (believe me it is a process).
  • Out of shower, bra and knickers (yes clean) are donned & back goes the dressing gown for warmth (I really do not like the cold).
  • Stares at the face looking back at me in the mirror (not a pretty sight) .
  • Cleans and flosses teeth (fresh mouth starts to wake me up).
  • Grabs make-up bag to start the arduous task at hand of applying the face (seems to be getting a longer process with every year).
  • Concealer, foundation, eye liner, mascara, lipstick (looking more human now..oh to be one of those women who have the flawless complexion without a scrap of anything applied).
  • Walk into robe & decide what to wear for the day (Melbourne weather…need to be prepared for anything)
  • Dress, put shoes on (thankfully only a 5 minutes decision whether it’s pants or dress, or skirt & top).
  • Back into en-suite for the ‘doo’ to be created (well not so much created just done & look reasonable)
  • Turban ripped off, grab hair-dryer and brush, squirt product & shimmy through hair (have to get some sort of body into it).
  • Pick up bra & knickers from floor which sometimes have looped themselves over the handle of the vanity unit (not done on purpose but I’m still amazed I have done it)
  • Toss said items into laundry basket (hmm & look at the insurmountable load that needs washing).
  • Into kitchen grab a drink and take the 100mg of aspirin (if I remember..to ward off arthritis pain).
  • Yell good-bye to daughter (that is if she is out of bed).
  • Get into car for the drive to work (wishing that it was a Saturday or a Sunday…or that I didn’t have to work at all!).
  • My day has begun (the routine is over till the next day that is).

Tomorrow I have a day off work.

BUT Maybe on Monday I shall put the radio on REAL LOUD and dance around the kitchen …just to change it up a bit… you know Gangnam  style…maybe..

 

PIC COURTESY OF GOOGLE

Dance it up Gangnam

 

 

 

 

 

It HAS to be the week-end when you feel you are out of your routine.. last Saturday Mr S and I were walking around the Supermarket and a Van Morrison song was playing. I started to dance down the isle (not gangnam but definately not walking) An older gentleman was walking towards us..and I thought “Nup I’m not going to stop”. He had the broadest grin on his face and said to Mr S as we passed. “You’ve got a good one there”.. to which Mr S laughed and said “I know & (hand motioning that I’d had a drink or 2)..which I hadn’t , we all laughed.. so yes BRING ON THE WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Dag’s Dictionary – A little bit of word humour

Courtesy of Author Richard Glover

Just a few words that should exist…but don’t

Avoiddance – The process of stepping sharply to the left & then the left again & then back down the street, when you want to avoid someone at the shops

Bellwilderment – The moment of communal panic when a mobile phone rings & everyone assumes it’s theirs

Brietentious – Descriptive of a person who shows off about cheese

Cadamite – A woman whose always attracted to the worst bloke in the room

Catasonic – The speed at which a cat moves after you tread on it’s tail

Cellulights – The especially harsh lights found in changing rooms designed to prove you must cover your body at all times

Confidont – A friend who blurts all your secrets

Dudmentia – A woman’s ability to forget how rotten all her past boyfriends turned out to be, so as to be able to fall in love with the next

Eespondent – The disappointment that follows when you discover all 20 emails have the subject line “Do you want a bigger Penis”?

Feng Shooey – The ancient male practice of abandoning at least one pair of shoes in every room in the house, in order to maximise his own energy flow

Fridgebit – Food that contains no calories by virtue of being eaten straight from the fridge, while standing with the door of the fridge still open and the light spilling out

Lollycoddle – During a long drive, to mollify children in the back seat of a car by throwing them regular supplies of junk food

Shyatus – The painful gap in conversation at a dinner party before the wine’s kicked in

Slobstacle – A person who just sits there as you try and sweep or vacuum around their feet

Tanti-climax – The bit when the toddler throws themselves face forward in the supermarket floor & holds their breath

Verboaster – A person who always uses a complicated & pretentious word when a simple one will suffice

and finally….

Weenertia – The moment in the morning when you can’t get out of bed, even though you urgently need a wee

 

 

 

 

Can we ever be again?

When can we be children again and giggle and laugh at silly things?

When can we be children again and play hide and seek in the dark?

When can we be children again and play on the slide and the tyre swings?

When can we be children again and skip a huge rope in the park?

When can we be children again and hop in and out of a puddle?

When can we be children again to run and laugh when we play?

When can we be children again and just want a friend to cuddle?

When can we be children again and race all our friends in a relay?

So when can we do these things without being stared at or pointed to?

Whenever we want is my answer, there’s no need to analyse or think it through

To bring out that fun and enthusiasm like a child that is hidden in our heart

We can be the child if we choose once again and that’s the amazing part

If you hear good music that fills you with joy then do a little dance – doesn’t matter where you are.

Laugh out loud if you want to. Swing and slide down that slide without a care. Skip rope and jump in puddles. Giggle and play hide and seek. Do what brings you joy and not what you think you have to do, for there’s no fun in that.

And if people stare and point and think you’re a little crazy, well maybe it’s just because the child that is hidden in them can’t return.