OctPoWriMo - Day 11 - Dancing with Your Muse (Feel the Rhythm)

Inspired by Morgan Dragonwillow's dance post on the OctPoWriMo site; and a friend of mine's long blonde hair that has pale pink tips from when she had bright pink hair. It reminds me of a golden waterfall, especially when she curls it. Her name's Kaylara, but I call her Birch, and so I dedicate this poem to her.

Writing Prompt: dancing with your muse

Poetic Form: pantoum

OctPoWriMo

Feel the Rhythm

Feel the rhythm of the earth,

a loamy mass, pulsing life.

It can only get better

if you simply remove your shoes.

A loamy mass, pulsing life,

beating out a merry tune

if you simply remove your shoes,

you can tap along in time.

Beating out a merry tune

to maybe pass the afternoon,

you can tap along in time

gyrating all the while.

To maybe pass the afternoon,

in dance with your partner fair

gyrating all the while,

an hommage to the Muses Nine, you see.

In a dance with your partner fair,

she spins a wild abandon step

an hommage to the Muses Nine, you see

is where comes the poetry.

She spins a wild abandon step

is where comes the poetry

in a dance with your partner fair--

an hommage to the Muses Nine, you see.

for MorgueFile

OctPoWriMo: Careless Release

“Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.” ― Rumi

Poetry Prompt:
What stage are you at in the above quote? Are you dancing?
Write for ten minutes asking yourself the previous questions.

Word Prompts: Free, Middle, Bandage

Poetry Type: Cascade
I created a poem for this poetry type for the last A to Z challenge. I enjoyed playing with it and I hope you do as well.

So this is a short entry, as I has been all over today and then some. My sinuses has kicked in and with the complete entrance to Autumn (or Winter as it may be). The headache I had is gone, but now I have to fly to Who Night with the gang. When I found today's prompt, I was a little afraid I couldn't do it in a scant 30 minutes before leaving. Anyway, Dear Readers, the chord was struck. Dance equals Healing. I find a good dance to some Meatloaf or Savage Garden has healed me. And it also reminded me of Morgan's prompt earlier in the month about dancing and then writing. I did not dance, but I found a rhythm in there anyway. Hsve you danced to heal yourself? What songs have made you feel better by dancing to them? Have you written about it? That and the cascade proved to be soooooo much easier and a lot of fun to write. I think I will be trying this again. Enjoy, Dear Readers!

Careless Release

When you hear the music

are you one to dance

ecstatic and joyful?

A primitive beat

lacing the blood that pumps through our veins

when you hear the music.

Like a bandaged limb has healed

with the proper treatment

are you the one to dance

to heal a broken heart,

beats the steady beat 

ecstatic and joyful.

A cure that most doctors will not prescribe,

yet I can say that when handed my fate

A primitive beat

suddenly burst forth

and my feet pound upon the earthy loam,

lacing the blood that pumps through our veins.

And I can again feel 

that the world simply turns

when you hear the music.

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OctPoWriMo: Untamed Passion

Word Prompt: Unknown, Uninhibited, Untamed Heart

Sentence Starter:
Blood rushes through my veins...
As I dance...

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From MorgueFile

Untamed Passion

It's like fire in my veins,

pouring out and spilling on the ground and

soaking into the spaces between 

the grains of sands,

a rhyme

a pulse

and I can feel the earth

as it turns

concentric,

elliptical orbits.

I am spinning in a circle,

dizzy

intoxicated

on the heartbeat

in my chest,

on my feet

stamping the ground,

in the ground.

Pulsing.

I am free 

dancing in wild undulations,

uninhibited 

in the knowledge,

that at this moment,

as I dance,

blood rushing through my veins,

arteries,

that I am free.