Dance, when you’re broken open.
Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you’re perfectly free. ~~ Rumi
I break open and scatter on the floor
the spatterings of a dismantled heart
jettisoning the refuse to make more room
more room
move over so the thoughts can travel out and grab you
these ramblings
rays of hope and possibility and love
bleeding from a barrel forgotten in the rain
and I am left dancing in the middle
unaware of the spinning all around
the final splitting of the frayed rope is easy to spot
the million tears that got it there are invisible
there is fighting
fighting for control of the words
the words that spew from a beautiful mind
each word trickling out from the vein of my thoughts
forming a puddle at my feet
and I dance in my blood
the beautiful sheen of those blood splattered words
never again afraid to tell a story
the strength we have is always in us
never broken or lost or hopeless
the shit-spilling stories become our therapy and turn to art
displayed with such a lack of caution you forget to be scared
a deserted path waiting just for you
calling for you like a wolf hypnotized by the moon
it’s song is powerful
a single note can not sing the melody
these words do not tell the story
I tell the story
I control the words
I choose when to arrange them in a cry for acceptance
I choose when to arrange them in a scream to be heard
I choose when to arrange them in a whisper of possibilities
I choose to arrange them in a courage filled bomb that explodes all around
I am filled with more chapters than you can imagine
I want you to imagine
I dance around
smiling
laughing
loving
I break myself open again and scatter myself on the floor
and I dance in my blood
Dancing in my blood — the only difference is I HAVE dancing in my blood as opposed to I am dancing in my blood.
Ha! Yes… You do.
You paint so vividly with words, love it!
Thank you my friend… That’s a lovely thing to say.
wow! this is one of the most powerful pieces you’ve ever written, b! you took my breath away!
♥
Thank you Dani… I thought about this one for a while, revising to make sure it said what I wanted it to.
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Best poem I’ve read today. I loved this – it’s a great, brave statement of purpose. I say, don’t be scared, it’s only blood. Great writing again, as per usual, Love you, el Mosk
You are so nice to me… never stop!
Thank you Mosk.
I love this, a great reminder that we all are the architects of our own lives. Thanks so much for sharing this over at Poetry Jam.
Thank you for finding me and leaving such nice words.
wow…intense in its imagery…the dancing in the blood and it flinging on the walls…vivid, but that makes stick what lies within int as well…and in the end…we decide…
Yes… thank you Brian. I always appreciate your thoughts!
“the final splitting of the frayed rope is easy to spot
the million tears that got it there are invisible”
yes, this is our life, isn’t it? but what it comes down to, for me, is that if you can still dance, it’s all good.
xoxo
Yes! Right?
I think being able to keep going and to dance, it’s what is important.
Yup, I am glad Dani clewed you in about Poetry Jam too. Hope you will have time to visit some of the other poems written to this prompt this week (we love comments) as well as come back when we have our new prompt (later tonight).
Thank you!
Sometimes life is hard but, it’s then we (mostly) seem able to reach deep within and get back up off the floor ready for the next challenge thrown at us.
All that blood…yuck! But, dancing is GOOD
Ha! I was a little worried about the imagery of the concept but I knew you guys would get it!
Thank you!
You remind me I need to read more Rumi–great dancing here, and the blood of words need not be quenched, it’s better the more it flows. I especially like these lines:
“…the final splitting of the frayed rope is easy to spot
the million tears that got it there are invisible..”
Yes.. me too. I’ve been learning about him and reading more and more of the wisdom.
Thank you.
This is very good. I like the images and the circular feel of the poem.
Thank you so much!
I break myself open again and scatter myself on the floor
and I dance in my blood…dang..powerful images here and much strength in your words
Thank you Claudia.
I so love to see you here and hear your thoughts!
A lot of interesting intense dance! I personally find dancing just in a silly fashion the best therapy – but I can also understand the shattering aspect here – the dancing in the blood, feet–or veins–drumming. k.
It is, isn’t it?
Thank you for being here.