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March 27, 2019 at 12:55 pm 2 comments

Monday in Paris #4

the view from the Musee d’Orsay

“I see dreams ~ ready to conquer…”

*This photo was taken from the Musee d’Orsay. On the left of the photo (behind the Hausmannian Buildings which run along the length of the photograph) is the Palais Garnier – Opera Nationale de Paris. On the right is Montmartre – home of Sacre-Coeur.*

March 4, 2019 at 7:07 pm 8 comments




i listen to the silence and weep ~

the voices which fill my heart with love and laughter

have gone

to spread their joy elsewhere.


i remain alone,

with a head full of bittersweet memories


a broken heart.



November 28, 2014 at 3:38 pm 20 comments

a chilly game


sitting on uninviting slabs

wind whooshing through fleece

air nipping at noses

autumn soccer and sunsets



the view from behind the stands…



October 7, 2014 at 3:00 pm 7 comments

waiting…in the wings



anxiously awaiting their cue

they stand single file

tutus poofed, ribbons secured

calling all dancers………PLACES!


ballet willow corps

a corps de ballet of seven weeping willows


September 5, 2014 at 2:07 pm 8 comments

the muse



the scent of Chanel still lingers,

though her pulse is no longer felt

she has left him in the darkness ~

robbing him of his capacity to create.


as he sits quietly on his stool

staring at nothing but his hands,

he tries desperately

to remember

the first moment she captured his mind…


it was so many years ago

when she opened the door ~

each curve captured his imagination,

gave him a purpose,

fueled his drive





she is gone for eternity,

time has robbed him

of his life ~

two hands forever empty,

his passion

no longer alive.




August 7, 2014 at 5:49 pm 23 comments

suspended in time

∼ ∼

looking in his eyes

feet never touching the ground

once upon a waltz

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a ps:  Way back when I was in college, I took a historical dance class, which was taught by Mr. Richard Powers*, a famous dance historian known for his work in film, stage productions and workshops around the world.  Each class, a student had an opportunity to dance with the teacher.  My opportunity – my blessing  – came the day of the waltz.  He stood in front of me, took my hand and the other commandingly held my waist.  I was terribly jittery inside; nervous that I would step on his toes, or worse, break a limb.   When the music began, I was literally swept off my feet.  All I can say is that I have never, ever had a moment where I completely lost track of time and place.  All I saw were his eyes and, I can honestly say, I never felt my feet touch the ground.

There has never been a moment like this since.

June 17, 2014 at 1:00 pm 13 comments

the one regret

once upon a time

a fateful decision made

will take to the grave

June 11, 2014 at 2:30 pm 9 comments

hidden from view



dreams i cannot reveal

emotions i must conceal

thoughts i cannot think

words i cannot speak




June 9, 2014 at 5:00 pm 3 comments


for more than twenty years…

you completed my lines,

you gave me a dream


you challenged my life.

i treated you with respect


tender loving care.

in return,

you gave me wings –

allowing me to fly through the air.

you were there at the beginning,

for all the blood, sweat



helped me soar above the sadness –

sustained my life through the years.

though my world no longer revolves

around a dance barre


a stage,

i look upon you – now –

still wishing for those days…

forever dreaming…

when life




the heart




found an old pair of friends

June 9, 2014 at 3:00 pm 16 comments

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