my spirit
June 6, 2014 at 2:00 pm 6 comments
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the voices in my head
the beating of my heart
the music in my mind
the movement of my body
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the pulse of a dancer
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yours truly – 1978
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Entry filed under: ballet, dance, life, love, memory, Personal, poetry, prose, reflections, thoughts, writing. Tags: childhood, dancer, dreams, memories, music, performing arts, Poetry, the stage, the theatre, voices.
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Paul Handover | June 6, 2014 at 7:44 pm
Lovely!
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words4jp | June 6, 2014 at 10:35 pm
Thank you. Seems so long ago…..
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The Under the Weather Girl | June 7, 2014 at 9:12 pm
It’s been so long since I danced. I still feel the pulse of a dance within. x
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words4jp | June 8, 2014 at 1:45 am
I think dancers never lose that spirit – ever. It is what makes us who we are – or at least it is what makes me who I am.
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Wordifull Melanie | June 8, 2014 at 2:51 pm
Love the poem and the picture… a nice glimpse of you 🙂
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words4jp | June 8, 2014 at 4:49 pm
thank you – it seems like a lifetime ago….