Friday, July 18, 2014


I would believe only in a God that knows how to dance. 
~ Friedrich Nietzsche

Dancing is silent poetry. 
~ Simonides

Dancing faces you towards Heaven, whichever direction you turn. 
~ Terri Guillemets


Anonymous said...

in whispered contortions
DNA enacts

motion recorded unfolds

this dance when
Isadora Duncan finds her

former self Ash tree-
reborn, flung arms

(branches) in leafy

to on
lookers envying

her freedom,

her tottering breakneck affectionate

just fluttering

dive said...

Glorious photos, Ms.M.
I love the Isadora Duncan ash. Many thanks to Anon for such a perfect match.

Ms M said...

Wonderful poem, Anon, very fitting!

Anon and I both thank you, Dive. Hope all is well with you.

Anonymous said...

I was really hoping to see some dub step moves by a certain mustachioed man....

Ms M said...

Is that you, Mr. Sands? :-)

Anonymous said...

the Sandman resurfaces. Will connect offline!