An eight by six-foot mat, free-floating and grey –
just enough cushion to protect long muscles and absorb the long day.
Spinning to the center of self on squares,
snapped together that appear dull and lifeless.
Grounding grey underneath vibrates, hums, and pulses
with passion, sweat, and tears.
A dancer ready to spin toward a lifegiving cord that spun away –
a lifeline pulled in too many directions,
by teeth clenched, words spent, and arms flexed.
A lost connection
no longer guiding her way.
She must pick up the slack and dance back to her essence,
that is now tattered, unraveled, and frayed.
PUSH, PUSH, PUSH
Why won’t this thing play?
One more attempt, yet the silence remains.
Why won’t this thing work?
Question unanswered, demand unheard.
On the verge of screaming!
Pivot and turn.
where rhythm lives,
where fairytales exist,
where a soul finds bliss.
The dancer begins to paint –
a swoosh here, a splash there,
turning the muted grey, into a colorful canvas, vibrant.
A warmup without external beats will suffice,
but the dancer cannot move forward this way.
She needs the songs in her heart to take up space.
She needs the melodies to occupy more than her own mind.
She remembers… voices and instruments
can blend when the needle descends.
A dusty device can groove and spin –
expanding her grey matter spinning above the grey square.
meant to be heard
each turn streams a memory of a yesteryear
scratchy, wobbly, dusty, warped, and at times, unclear
sometimes skipping a beat or missing a word
the sound of the turning tunes
just like her
Frustrated at first, I am glad my streaming device failed more than thrice. Twenty-first century fails turned my attention to old vinyls and inspired these spinning lines. Turning to my dusty record player allowed me to think outside of my dancing square, which led to an enjoyable evening spent moving and connecting to youthful memories and music without corners. Me and my spinning circles finding our center – I am pleased I found my way there. 💃🏻 Thank you for visiting. Be well. 💗 Michele
Photos: me and a few of my vinyls 🎶😀
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