Afternoon Dance Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Afternoon Dance
Music playing loud and strong, being held within this
mind, tiptoeing across thoughts, tweaking them incess-
antly, causing their ideas to mingle abstractedly,
bringing happiness into this lonely heart and soul.
Loving rhythms as they run in, out and across chords
being played to the measures of time, handily becoming
harmonies and melodies being sung and then danced to.
Always touching places of being, letting happiness
and joy come into the open, giving each person's
existence on exquisite meanings and definitions.
Such a pleasant experience for everyone attending a
Monday afternoon dance.
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5/3/2024 4:37:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You don't tell us the occasion for this dance which is perfectly fine because I want to see it as a spontaneous outpouring of good feeling, strangers coming together with trust and joy, and then cutting loose for several hours of dancing. Even I who have no grace or balance or rhythm could enjoy this dance because it is not about ego, but rather losing yourself in the group identity. This was supposed to be what Woodstock and Altamount in the 70s achieved but the drugs, free floating violence and guile destroyed those endeavors. Here things gell together and it's a model of group dynamics.