Paul's Rhythm Journey, Real Toads

whirly bird

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.
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“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
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
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
Poetry, Real Toads

dance at the edge


Susie offers the prompt at Toads today

feature photo from shutterstock

For today’s challenge I want you to write a poem from your immediate surroundings. For example where I am sitting there is a vase of   flowers,  silver thermos, a mailbox nameplate from my father’s mailbox, a window, a rather sickly violet, books, a clock, a tape dispenser, the whir of an air conditioner. I could go on and on.  Your poem could be a combination of what you see, hear, taste, feel, just pull from the spot where you are writing.


stuffed bird sings at a squeeze

zen masters await my eye

journals of music

and poetry lie used

and fingered

and loved


flowers drying in old water

display paper-like beauty

and faces of family

and colors and hope

and wisdom

burst out

from the wall in front

of this keyboard


drums and guitars

capos and flutes

and bells

and buddha’s

and prayer flags

and stuff from my daughters flat

blocking the bookshelf





is every step








NaPoWriMo2017, Paul's Rhythm Journey, Poetry, Real Toads

litter at your (door)

Featured Image: dancing words

Another day, another poem. Today at the Garden we are prompted by Margaret.

“Poem sketching” was introduced to me years ago here at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads by Ella in 2012.  HERE is a link to that challenge and a fine description of how to create a word list.

When I have “writer’s block” I use my own version of a “word list” – I write down words that apply to a photo(s) I have taken – what I see in the photos and the feelings and memories they evoke.  I will write down anywhere from 10 – 20 words and then I will get out my thesaurus and search for “richer” word choices.  “Alabaster” is a word I found for “white” and is a favorite word of mine to this day.

Today’s challenge is for you to create and use a word list – you can use the 2012 linked challenge “rules” or use my version.

One of things I ‘struggle’ with as a writer is breadth of vocabulary. I’m not hugely well read nor was I particularly interested in ‘literature’ as a young person.

I feel very often that I am dipping my hands into an empty pot for words and am constantly running for the Thesaurus when reading the more erudite of the toads.

I think I write like I play the guitar. Simple and gutsy.

This prompt was a revelation. Just like doing crosswords can expand vocabulary so could beginning a collection of ‘word groups’ and so I thought I would dive right in.

Of course I am not a big fan of structure either so threw out the rules.

Intuition guided me to select 13 ( a baker’s dozen) words that were in my sight without looking on the pc. Books, cd’s, quotes above my desk etc

These were the words:

giant, hope, throat, falter, smile, humor, golden, skin, yearning, issue, selected, perfect, samba.

I grouped them thus: (kinda random choice)

  • giant, smile, golden, perfect
  • hope, falter, skin, issue
  • throat, humor, selected, yearning
  • samba ( this became the theme word)

I then visited my Thesaurus and began scribbling.

Here is my poem for today.

It surprised me.


reveries maw

Brobdingnagian once


behind the veil


whimsy’s simper

faltering here


soft and slow


vellum hankers

that propitious touch


whirl y trance


chosen affair

paradisaical strut





napowrimo 10/30



Līgo Haibun Challenge –

Re-visited for dVerse #181

originally written Oct 2013

This week it’s a word prompt-Treasure or Despair.

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Leaves fall from the Beech trees in Hardcastle Crags. Light from the sun enables them to dance momentarily. On the ground they are still. As is the world. It is not the same anymore. She has gone. Only her memory flickers in the passing of autumn. She was a dancer.

autumn to winter

effortlessly passing by

unlike my despair