Posts tagged ‘the stage’

the masters and their dreamers

~

to stand on a stage again…

where the lights are bright

and

the music echoes through the rafters.

~

to feel the sensation of a pounding heart…

fueling the purest of desire to soar on the wings of muses

&

become one

with their masters

and

the

vision

which dwells

 forever

within their spirit…

~

this is my ‘for always’ dream.

~

~

inspired by ‘The Phantom of the Opera’
and
a
dream

February 17, 2015 at 2:33 pm 12 comments

excavating

~

digging through old boxes

discovering priceless treasures aplenty

resurrecting a distant past

I am alive again

~

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yours truly

~

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7 1/2 years old

~

December 29, 2014 at 2:06 pm 22 comments

The Nutcracker Act II – Arabian Dance

The Arabian Dance

‘Coffee’

quietly subdued

an exotic seduction

she moves like fluid

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where some of my nuts reside….

I decided to cut and paste this variation – the original lacked a photo, which was due to my lack of poor planning.  Last year when I started this project it was supposed to be one post, then it became an entire series.

The photo above is in response to a question asked – where do I keep all of my Nutcrackers?  What you see is a shelf, in a hutch, located in my living room.  I have lots of Nutcracker items – lots – and these are my most valuable.  The one in the very center, on the top shelf – is priceless.  In due time, you will discover why…

December 20, 2014 at 4:05 pm 8 comments

My Nutcracker Story

*

once upon a time,

there lived a little girl

whose dream was to be in The Nutcracker,

to dance amongst the snowflakes, flowers and dolls

but

most of all to ‘live’ the role of Clara.

*

she practiced for hours and hours each day,

thought of nothing but ‘becoming the part’,

of the sweet little girl

whose gift from her grandfather

became a prince

and

captured her heart.

*

after two years of being a party girl and bunny,

and

watching Clara dance from the wings,

the day came to pass

when the cast sheet revealed

she would finally come

to realize her dream.

*

there were rehearsals in studios,

rehearsals on stage,

rehearsals with costumes and orchestra,

nights with no sleep,

big blisters on toes ~

she was living in a constant state of euphoria!

*

when opening night arrived it was quite the affair,

there was a dynamic which could not be contained ~

from the moment the strings played their very first notes

and

the red velvet curtain was raised.

*

the ballet began with a party and guests,

dancing and playing with toys ~

until a mysterious gentleman suddenly arrived

with his enchanted dolls for all to enjoy.

*

there was a very unique doll

set aside for last,

to be given to one special girl ~

the mysterious man had created a Nutcracker

for his granddaughter

to enrapture her world.

*

Clara was bewitched as she danced and danced,

till it was time for the party to end.

as the guests took their leave

the house became quiet ~

it was the moment to forge onward to bed.

*

BUT

Clara was restless,

unable to sleep

so she made her way down the stairs to the tree,

where her Nutcracker stood guard,

and

the clock struck midnight

with chimes hailing the beginning

of Clara’s magnificent dream.

*

the big stage came alive as the sets disappeared

and

the tree grew over twenty feet tall ~

there were regiments of soldiers,

a mouse king with four heads

and

scurrying mice…

some very big and a few very small.

*

then it happened ~ it came ~ the moment of surprise

when the Nutcracker became larger than life ~

he fought with his sword

and

his faithful soldiers behind him…

a battle… with no end in sight.

*

during all of the raucous,

Clara stood on the sidelines

watching

and

thinking of what she could do,

when a thought suddenly occurred ~

‘the mice king needs a distraction

why not throw something at him…

something handy…. like a …. shoe’?

*

SO

*

she grabbed her shoe,

aimed for one of the heads

and

threw as hard as she could ~

where upon the king turned away,

a sword met its mark ~

ending the reign of the mouse king for good.

*

Clara stood in disbelief as the soldiers and mice

walked away leaving nothing behind

but

a man

who moments before was her Nutcracker ~

now a prince leading her on a journey….

way into the night.

*

the end of act one saw the magical forest ~

a snow queen and her prince…

then

a flurry of snowflakes prancing on stage

with ‘snow’ falling from an overhead scrim.

*

~ Intermission ~

*

act two began with a ride in a sleigh

to the land of fairies, dancing flowers and sweets

and

a story of how Clara saved the Nutcracker’s life ~

broke the spell

of a doll he would no longer be.

*

after introductions were made,

the prince called upon

the kingdom to perform for his guest ~

the land of sweets

came bursting alive with dancing

and

classical music at its best.

*

as Clara and her prince sat

in a gazebo on stage right,

she knew in her heart

it was more than a ‘dream’ ~

the desire she felt was real…

the journey was real…

it was ‘who’

she was meant to be.

*

the young girl wanted to waltz along with the flowers,

wave a fan in black Spanish lace

and

pirouette in a tutu all around the stage

as the reed instruments in the orchestra played.

*

the last to perform was the sugar plum fairy

along with her cavalier ~

a pas de deux so beautiful,

so spectacular to watch

that Clara’s eyes began to well up with tears…

because

Clara knew ~ the young girl knew ~

the grande finale was about to begin,

when all the dancers performed one last time

and

bid farewell to her and the prince.

*

the end of the ballet brought curtain calls,

a dozen red roses with applause

and

stage hands taking apart the sets

and

packing away the props.

*

*

when the end of night

finally arrived,

the young girl laid awake in her bed ~

all she could see

were visions of herself

dancing around in her head ~

~ ~ ~

waltzing with flowers,

pirouettes in a tutu,

and

waving a fan in black Spanish lace ~ ~ ~

leaping through the air,

under snowflakes and candy canes

all around a magnificent stage.

*

clara two

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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post script:  I wrote this piece last year and I chose to post it again this year, however, I refined it a bit.  An edit here and an edit there – one year after the fact with fresh eyes and a few years of writing poetry under my belt (or shall I say under my tutu:)

December 16, 2014 at 2:20 pm 40 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

my spirit

the voices in my head

the beating of my heart

the music in my mind

the movement of my body

the pulse of a dancer

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yours truly – 1978


June 6, 2014 at 2:00 pm 6 comments

The Nutcracker Act II – Russian Dance


The Russian Dance

‘Candy Canes’

such

power

explosive

leaps suspended

high above the stage

lively candy canes

share their talents

spreading joy

and bright

smiles!

mugs

More everything Nutcracker!

December 20, 2013 at 8:49 pm 8 comments

The Nutcracker Act II – Dance of the Mirlitons

The Dance of the Mirlitons

‘Danish Marzipan’

sweet, lovely ladies

dancers spring in unison

sound of reeds inspire

more nuts cropped

Block China
Cookie Jar and Mugs

Yes, more Nuts!  My mother would always keep her eyes open for Nuts…these became part of my Nuts family in 1996.

December 20, 2013 at 4:41 pm 5 comments

The Nutcracker Act II – Arabian Dance

The Arabian Dance

‘Coffee’

quietly subdued

an exotic seduction

she moves like fluid

December 19, 2013 at 3:46 pm 3 comments

a dancer’s inspiration

wafting through the air

chaotic rhythms about

Isadora smiles

Martha and Alvin admire

the final dance of autumn

Pioneers of Modern Dance

Isadora Duncan – 1877 to 1927

Martha Graham – 1894 to 1991

Alvin Ailey – 1931 to 1989

November 14, 2013 at 2:33 pm 4 comments

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