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May I Have This Dance? Dance Poetry
she leans back
against his shoulder
her legs bend
she rests against him
he holds her
as if she is priceless
she melts down his body
her feet rest by his
they gaze into
each other's faces
strangers well met
in a dance
could be brother and sister
so alike, twin souls
yet, it's just a dance
they are each
Modern Dance Can Say So Much
- Paufve Dance: The Not To Be Forgotten.mov - YouTube
The Not To Be Forgotten. Paufve Dance - Choreography by Randee Paufve. Dancers - Katie Kruger and Leandro Glory Damasco Jr. April 2011. Sacramento Dance Samp...
Dancing with Pilobolus (for Gustav)
Conspirator’s smile asking trust me,
he showed me a few moves,
then suddenly hooked his body
onto my stomach and
tucked his head under my left arm
(like a wing),
still wearing that inscrutable grin
on his deepest black, hard, round countenance.
Legs curled over my right hip,
feet reached out behind me,
he balanced, straight and feather light,
150 pounds of compact muscle,
his smiling face angled up towards mine;
I held him,
a bewildered mother with child.
A Passion for Dance
I have passionately loved Dance since I was young. I did the Twist and other dances with my siblings and friends when in grade school, but when I first saw a live ballet, The Nutcracker, my world changed permanently. Though I was shy and my parents couldn't afford Dance lessons, I was transported by the ballet and wanted nothing more than to become a dancer. I finally began training in Modern Dance in college, and many years later, as an adult re-entry student, I earned a minor in Dance, dancing in school productions and even choreographing some of them myself. While I didn't become a professional dancer, I still dance in middle age and still love Dance passionately.
My poem, "Encounter," depicts a romantic Modern Dance duet and expresses the blurring of boundaries when real life and art come up against each other.
"Dancing with Pilobolus" tells the true story of my experience in a Pilobolus Dance Masterclass when I was a re-entry student at Humboldt State University. I was thrilled to interact one-on-one with the great Pilobolus dancers in our class, including the duet I described in the poem. Gustav was weightless as I held him; he supported his own weight through muscular control; amazing!
"Dancing on the Backbone of the Dragon" is a poem I wrote about my life, in Dance terms. It is also the title of my 2005 Masters thesis in English (Creative Writing), and the poem was part of that thesis. The dragon referred to in the poem is the evil dragon of fantasy and also the giant sand worm of Frank Herbert's classic science fiction Dune series, which seems like a dragon, in my mind. The symbolism of riding a dragon or riding the worms in Dune seems to refer to transcending the realm of passion through self mastery, which is part of any artist's quest.
Dancing on the Backbone of the Dragon
Nights, I slept in my lover’s arms;
days, I donned a leotard,
stretched and leaped, ran back home—
dancing on the back of the dragon.
My lover gone, my feet size ten,
I worked outside in snow and ice;
boots dried on the heater pinched my feet,
I bought new boots, kept working.
Dad died; I put on fifty pounds,
Mom chided, “you’re too old and fat
to find a man.” In ballet flats,
I raced the concrete miles to work.
With joy, I began to dance
again, but heel spurs grew,
perhaps from weight, or shoes,
x-rays finally explained the pain.
Lose the weight, don’t leap—
my dance adapts, falls, then rises.
Drinking deeply from the hurricane of life,
I dance down the backbone of the dragon.
Never Too Old to Dance
- PERCEPTUAL MOTION
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