At the Dance Studio/Beth Kephart Poem
Monday, April 20, 2009
You are not, he said,using your hands.
You are not
in the glass in the shadow:
There.
Here.
Hands being the verbs.
Verbs being the story.
Later I slept beneath
the umbrella arch of the rescued calla
underwinging reach.
7 comments:
So beautiful, Beth!
I think of the hands as punctuation.
Wouldn't it be lovely to have someone video you at your ballroom class? And then you could share it? Hm?
I love the image of the umbrella arch of the rescued calla. Gorgeous! Hands being verbs, wonderful too. I felt part of the dance reading this. Thanks.
Delicious place to go this Monday morning. Thank you for sharing.
Loved the poem, and the photograph. It kind of reminded me of the umbrella arch.
Love it! ;) Thanks for posting.
Thanks so very much to each of you. It felt good, but also scary, to write a poem again.
This is wonderful!
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