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Pasadena, California

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

silence

~

~

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

and

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

~

behind

the view from behind the stands…

~

 

October 7, 2014 at 3:00 pm 7 comments

waiting…in the wings

ξ

ξ

anxiously awaiting their cue

they stand single file

tutus poofed, ribbons secured

calling all dancers………PLACES!

ξ

ballet willow corps

a corps de ballet of seven weeping willows

ξ

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

~

but

~

now

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

∼ ∼

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.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Powers_%28dance_historian%29

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

legs

for more than twenty years…

you completed my lines,

you gave me a dream

and

you challenged my life.

i treated you with respect

and

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

and

tears,

helped me soar above the sadness –

sustained my life through the years.

though my world no longer revolves

around a dance barre

and

a stage,

i look upon you – now –

still wishing for those days…

forever dreaming…

when life

was

young

and

the heart

was

brave.

leg

found an old pair of friends

June 9, 2014 at 3:00 pm 16 comments

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