When she was a young teen she would sit behind the wooden stage propped up near Lake Champlain at Isle le Motte, Vermont. Every Saturday, the owners of the campground would play fifty’s music. It was 1965 and she would sit with her older sister and they would watch their parents dance. Her mother was 5ft 2-3/4” and her father was 5ft 11”. They would sweep the floor with their soft feet floating on that wooden stage. Her mom on her tip toes swooning at the love her life. Her father with his charismatic smile. They danced like Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire…only her father was much more handsome.
bodies touching heat of a summer’s night under moonlit sky
music feeds the soul and moves the body instigating spells on her existence rhythm and blues sink into her essence that’s when she got a taste of true freedom
searching in all the wrong places for release
it’s always been there, free for the taking
cannot be purchased in stores or on-line music feeds the soul and moves the body
she was in limbo for too many years
fighting urges to act impulsively
until she explored deep into her soul instigating spells on her existence
she found herself one lonely afternoon
taking out her old turntable she played
Stevie Wonder and Smokey Robinson rhythm and blues sink into her essence
it felt like being possessed by these tunes
her body moved mindlessly and freely
swayed to Marvin Gaye’s Sexual Healing that’s when she got a taste of true freedom
A Cascade reminds me a bit of a Troiku, so I also added the sense of “freedom” one gets from dancing to being midst nature and all its beauty with a Troiku.
(Haibun – troiku)
(c) Clr’15
Nature offers such freedom that dance does liberating the soul, reacquainting with one’s inner child and admiring as if seeing for the first time. Before such liberation, one walks around with jaded lenses. What a joy to “see” again the vibrant colours and experiences of each season.
“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
Tournesol dans un Jardin 