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Captured

I was a ballet dancer before I ended up in a wheelchair. The poem below is written around >> THIS DANCE <<

CAPTURED
some moments are mindless
insanity with twisted reality
he says
he says a lot
leave pain behind
an endless word flow
a whale's
fountain

his face mirrors mine

his finger swipes dark
dust, blows waves
into deep oceans
where I drown
hide in dreams
he says
dream a bull to swim
across the ocean
he says
to the light that hides
behind reality

I close my eyes
to dream
his way to mine
and reach my hand
through the bars,
touch his wings

his broken legs
dance
leave dark behind
he sings

and far away
where fingertips can't reach
I am heard

***

Copyright © Darren White
January 12, 2017

Comments

Touching and moving as usual Darren. I also was a dancer before the curvature in my spine made it too painful to continue, its har to have to give up something you love.
 
Yeah Hannah, it is, isn't it? I still dream I am a dancer, in my dreams I forget I can't use my legs anymore, drop out of bed in a useless heap on the floor, lol :)
 
Once a dancer, always a dancer, even when you cannot dance anymore.
 
Darren White;bt11981 said:
Yeah Hannah, it is, isn't it? I still dream I am a dancer, in my dreams I forget I can't use my legs anymore, drop out of bed in a useless heap on the floor, lol :)

I have similar dreams Darren, I don't wake up on the floor but I kick and hit my other half instead. It gets me when I watch other dancers, it makes me cry even though I'm happy, its been 7 years since I last danced and I still feel devastated. I even miss breaking in new pointe shoes, as painful as it was.

I agree Neetu.
 
Darren

A beautiful poem it shows how imagination rules over will; that one can still go on dancing in the dreams state. It's tough to try hold down the spirit when it will always find its way no matter how dark the night seems. It will not be confined. In the end it still dances with or without legs it still moves gracefully through the air.

he sings

and far away
where fingertips can't reach
I am heard

Within this closure —the music can't be reached, but instead it is touched when the song is still heard within the dancer. It shows that the spirit of the dancer is indomitable; that the movement won't be subdued or defeated. A powerful thought beyond the limits of the body. That in the true dancer the music and motion are one thing that exists inside the dancer even if they are motionless. That the dance goes on deep within their spirit.
 
H.Brown;bt11984 said:
I have similar dreams Darren, I don't wake up on the floor but I kick and hit my other half instead. It gets me when I watch other dancers, it makes me cry even though I'm happy, its been 7 years since I last danced and I still feel devastated. I even miss breaking in new pointe shoes, as painful as it was.

I agree Neetu.

I fully understand. Can you believe I even long for those painful tendons and bloody toes? And the everlasting muscle ache? Good memories
 
RHPeat;bt11985 said:
[...] A powerful thought beyond the limits of the body. That in the true dancer the music and motion are one thing that exists inside the dancer even if they are motionless. That the dance goes on deep within their spirit.

Ron, thank you, you go deep into the core and you find the truth of what I tried to say here.

That's exactly it.
Music and motion survive, deep deep within, and outside the conscious body.

It's a spiritual thing that is very hard to explain :)
 
Darren White;bt11986 said:

I fully understand. Can you believe I even long for those painful tendons and bloody toes? And the everlasting muscle ache? Good memories

I'm the same I miss the music and the shows, competitions and seeing how far you could push yourself. tap was my strongest dancing type but there is something so freeing about ballet, whih I know is strange, but I liked how fluid the body could become, flowing from move to move, step to step. God I miss it too.

Good memories indeed.
 
Dear Darren,
The music, the beat, feelings invoked are
always there. Music has no choice, feel your
pulse as a reminder of we are made of and
what keeps us alive...
But know, you are a teacher, and each beat
serves...
 
TuesdayEve;bt11989 said:
Dear Darren,
The music, the beat, feelings invoked are
always there. Music has no choice, feel your
pulse as a reminder of we are made of and
what keeps us alive...
But know, you are a teacher, and each beat
serves...

I like that thought, Tuesday, thank you :)
 

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