my dance… depression

March 10, 2014 at 11:56 am 7 comments

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a solo spotlight

haunting strains of a cello

center stage beckons

her willful partner stands tall

hand in hand the dance resumes…

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the dream ballet from Carousel

the inspiration for this tanka has emerged from two places – my inner self and a fellow poet, who can envision depression as a dance.

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the why’s burdensome

7 Comments Add your own

  • 1. acuriousgal  |  March 10, 2014 at 2:22 pm

    A great way to express how your feeling

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  • 2. Jonathan Caswell  |  March 10, 2014 at 10:39 pm

    Someone has said that it takes one’s own will to decide to go on dancing…or dancing with that particular partner. But—a very good description anyway!!!! 🙂

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  • 3. Jonathan Caswell  |  March 10, 2014 at 10:40 pm

    Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
    ALAS—WE CONTINUE DANCING—BETTER THAN A TOTAL STOPPAGE OF LIFE!

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  • 4. Raven Whyte  |  March 11, 2014 at 7:09 am

    A dance
    two steps forward
    feeling success
    but then
    one step back.

    It’s good that I made some progress
    but the pain
    of losing half of it
    still cuts.

    But then
    sometimes
    in the midst of a barrage
    of anxieties
    sorrows
    feelings of rejections
    and dejections
    suddenly
    something clicks.
    !

    Now
    the world
    is suddenly a better place
    because something learned how to make sense.

    Pity
    isn’t it
    that ‘how’ to make it make sense
    cannot be taught fully
    because people who have made sense
    can’t seem to remember how they did it
    or where exactly they were when it happened
    or where they were before it happened.

    Yet
    still
    we can make progress.

    ~ I was thinking about this very thing earlier. Your poem helped me find the words, so I gift it to you, because I suspect you’ll understand what it means.

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  • 5. Noora  |  March 11, 2014 at 11:32 am

    Amazing work, Kimberly!

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  • 7. words4jp  |  March 12, 2014 at 1:24 am

    This is so beautiful. I do understand it. I understand it perfectly. This piece almost reminds me of a dance class. The steps we take to progress yet many times we fall back a few. Dancers strive for perfection though we know it is impossible, we so it anyway. It makes no sense yet we try. I am so honored to have this piece. It is perfect and I hold it very very close to my heart. xxxx

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