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The poem “Capers of the Divine” was by a tweet that stated, “Part of the fullness of life is using your body in ways that physically express how amazingly incredible it is to be a living creature, with a body, in a world.”

Capers of the Divine

Immortality is far removed
from existence for all souls
until that end joy requests
avenues of consequence

part of fullness is to express
the body folded in motion’s quest
with one intent full in mind
decision made to carry on

hours are frozen in response
the rest forgotten to celebrate
bodies join to live beyond
the count of time now denied

life will in end its due span
regardless of what all may try
the path to thrive has been found
with the capers of the divine.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190623.

Current Mood: contemplative

Learning dance is a journey. First you learn the footwork and how to move in sync with the basic beat of the music. More complicated moves come next, with attention focused on getting them (mostly) correct. Then the magic starts. Dancing is done to the texture of a song. The structure of the music dictates the moves and the speed of the moves. A dancing position may be held for a time and then another assumed at the beckoning of the music. The poem “Beyond the Beat” is an imperfect poetic expression of this magic.

Beyond the Beat
Poem for Day 259 – 20150917

More complex than a simple beat
invisible to the naked eye
this realm through which I dance.
Patterns felt on music's wings,
the lilting tune of muse's weave
laid out for two to join tonight.

Conductor of my measured steps,
baton raised on song's next phrase
while I sweep you into a close embrace.
The move is not to titillate,
only to await for the next note
asking us to then carry on.

We'll not worry about fancy stuff,
it is enough to hold this space
sacred to the artist's inner dream.
Let's not distract with outward glam,
we are focused on shared intent,
creating same bliss in both our hearts.

Slow or fast may be the step,
the pace is set by coaxing notes,
only felt by us and seen by all.
We'll show the world the hidden way,
mixing the song with our prance
as we move as one beyond the beat.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.

Current Mood: happy

I hope to never become a symbol for anything. I've seen what happens to the unfortunate ones who become rallying cry for a larger injustices or social movements. They transcend humanity, and in that act, their life escapes the anchoring world of facts and truth. The poem “Punchline” speaks to how our society feeds on those who become its symbols.

Punchline
Poem for Day 021 - 20150121

Pray for the woman,
pity the man,
you've become a symbol,
and lost your humanity.
The gods know your name,
and people speak it out loud.
You are raised to the sky
or cast to the funeral pyre.
Neither direction matters,
be you villain, hero, or martyr.
You are a talisman,
magical bauble of the cause.

Symbolic fetish of injustice,
amulet of social movements,
you're larger than life,
and no longer a person.
Blood to lubricate,
bones to gnaw,
flesh to use
against those we hate.
No turning back,
one-way journey,
the narrative is always right,
and the punchline is you.

© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.

Current Mood: contemplative

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