Live Music Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
Live Music
When she felt
the hell based beat,
the deepest note
to touch her feet,
and danced the devil
in her mind
when music joined her
with his kind...
and felt the racing,
felt the pulsing,
felt the dancing
through the floor,
breathed the music,
touched the sound,
moved the rhythm
of the ground,
she was a natural native
of the wild,
full of coloured sound
beguiled.
Musical bonanza… ‘she was a natural native/of the wild, /full of colored sound /beguiled. Wonderful metaphor ‘Colored sound’…we’re beguiled by ‘natural’ ‘native’ music… Nativeness perfuses…such state…with spontaneity than composed and groomed… Thanks for sharing 10+ Voted 10 Ms. Nivedita UK
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4/19/2024 11:25:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Enjoyed the dance.I'm sure that no matter how primitave the dance, and for me real dance is primitive, good and evil is expressed not just evil, unless the dancer's intentions are evil of course.Dance can be a great expression of our gift of life with physical agility and beauty of movement combined with the control and discipline of the mind all the time.