Tired, slept late, darn near missed it again, it's a little late and thrown together, but it's here. Had no idea what I was going to write about when i went to bed. Here's what came out: A little poem about that which, in a very real way, keeps me alive, these days.
Enjoy, and please feel free to share your thoughts, whether poetically or in prose.
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Kalliope
Means "beautiful voice" from Greek καλλος (kallos) "beauty" and οψ (ops) "voice". In Greek mythology she was a goddess of epic poetry and eloquence, one of the nine Muses.
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The keyboard is mightier than the sword.
Dance: Life
Facing partner,
Waiting for caller's command
Music. Movement.
Pass across the set.
Hands clasp, briefly.
Smiles shared,
Moments spinning in passing
Partner's arms,
On, again,
Down the set we go,
Then reaching the end.
A time to pause, catch breath
Then back up again.
Repeating, repeating until
The moves become almost
Automatic, yet never quite
The same way twice.
Warmth, joy,
Hugs, thanks at the end
Communion, effort, happiness.
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