whirly bird

“Hard times require furious dancing. Each of us is proof.” Alice Walker

the movement is
pre fired neuron instinctual
like a gecko’s tongue snap
lilt and jerk
twist and pop
my inner yin and yang
vibrating in harmony with the beat
and with each other
to create groove-

funk consciousness that
consumes being
i exist here
in the realm of deep rhythm
as molecules
which pull bone into new gravity
dictated by the flow outward of soul-
shine shapes and shadows
thrown in a whirl that

spiral into higher love
dervish-like
beaming a smile
into my close orbit
that posts a neon note saying
freedom lives here right now
let go and
dance or
take your shit elsewhere

merge
ebb and flow
with the sound of ‘fuck all this’
flee from the mind’s
keyboard chatter tv screen mumbo
into oblivion’s rumba filled night
snake hip the floor and sink
into trance talk with Legba
down at the crossroad boogie

spin out and away
loss and gain grind and bump
birth darkness and light
bleed pain and love
screaming into life
dance your last dance wildly
bring divinity to it’s knees
break the line between us
whirl this world sane again

Susie is inviting us to dance in the garden.

Wow! We are swimming in negativity from Facebook posts to news outlets. We can’t climb out of the pit if we’re always feeding on reasons for walls. So today Toads and visitors we’re going to dance.

“Every dance is a kind of fever chart, a graph of the heart”. Martha GrahamI actually love to dance. I feel a sense of freedom, joy, courage when I lose myself in movement to a favorite song. It is not about whether I’m good or bad at it. It is about letting go and celebrating who I am without my thoughts pulsing with negativity.

Today’s challenge is to express dance through poetry. Pick a photo, a quote, video…Pick whatever inspires you. Write a new poem…Post it on Mr. Linky and visit your fellow poets to read their poetic choreography.

Img source~http://www.gloriacokerfineart.com/category/dance/