~sure, stepped on toes but had a whale of fun; many let him have the floor ~
I feel blue beat with my feet
It circles my brown body
As sandy soulful satin energy
Fills electric air indigo inspiring
Silver sound of melodic muse
A niche found in a green groove
Grassy green for me is texture
Nodding head with pink pleasure
Green means go like feet in grass
That beat is bold yet inspires laugh
Lemon lyrics funny poetic plaid
Coloring music making me glad
I sway today with the white wind
It feels soft near the songs end
Layers of sound like painting blend
Blind ballet setting red hot trend
Feel the air wide open
her arms crave carefree days
hips sway swivel left and right
electricity in momentum
a whirligig of laughter
she can feel the swoosh of her skirt
is she alone she can tell
the air’s scented their breaths hold
clues…her body listens quiets
at his approach they move
apart together
having learned to avoid
control her palms rise
and gyrate with the oxygenated current
she has no idea
how slender and graceful
her form appears in the wall mirror
petite soles arch
and she dares tippy toes
now her sisters
narrow the gap shadow
her agile movement
her eyes open or closed
matter only to her audience
her eyes are pretty they stare
into the past and the future
blinded by an unseen light
dancing dewy delight
Touch me, feel me as we slow dance,
With your hands, take me to a trance,
Concentrate on the soft music,
With our steps, let's create magic,
Listen, they are playing our song,
Absorb its warmth, come waltz along,
Can you sense my bubbling delight,
As we twirl together this night?
Let's enjoy our time on the floor,
Then later, we will come for more.
DANCING BLIND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DANCE FLOOR
Bare footed on old linoleum floor
Tapestry music engage my ears (I hear the distance)
I see not but I’m placement mid-center
Of a space placed vivid vibrations flairs (I feel the emptiness)
I slowly spin around, I move to the music
Even in the darkness I’ve rhythm (I smell the panoramic)
My naked feet hear and feels the beat sweet
I can see n mine spirit I dance with the light
(I taste the air, I’ve inhaled, I sense the people stare) {I DANCE}
As my naked feet, legs, tortoise whole body sprite
moves as lighting-bugs in the night
Centered in movement dance steps bright
ViBrAtiOnS feels my steps are not sight
Dancing Without Sight
Contest Winner Medal 2nd Place
Freshwater ice, compressed,
breaks off, with tremulous lights
and shakes
and rotates
in intricate snowflakes
like wings, of ice crystals
then floats away, in the open Ocean
and she's tracing his steps, leaving white dust
like crushed shells
as she walks , gracefully, as if on
Japanese Okobo
They were attached, as if by circuits of frozen stems
with lacings , of smaller molecules
its microscopic
and its perfect
her ribs split open, and a mosaic of musical strings
reveal, what looks like melting precious silver
and her face, is draped in a mass
of webs, upon webs
she looks at him, through the haze
he's the parchment Worlds were written on
now a sychronized flight path, he illuminates
all the crowd of beams
of celestrial, night skies
and there, white noise combines
in steady, different frequencies
with excact, united, intensity
heard and seen, by only a few
is it choregraphed ?
Icebergs Dancing.
Music is not seen
It is both beauty heard and
rhythm stirring souls ~
Let it heal your heavy heart
and let its beat move your feet
Written: September 11, 2026, for a contest Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Note: You may listen to this poem lyrics in the attached sound video.
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Close your eyes—
let the music find your feet,
let every heartbeat be a drum beneath the street.
No need for light when rhythm knows the way;
the night has learned the language of your sway.
Reach for the sound—
let it circle, let it rise,
feel the thunder blooming softly in your hands.
You are not lost;
you are the motion in the song,
and every step says: I belong.
It’s a nice old wood
she says as we hand-in-hand
walk and the dancing
shadows of old trees filtered
from summer sun meet us there.
The room is stripped of shape and shade,
Where colors blur, and contours fade.
No mirrors watch, no eyes critique,
As silence yields to what they seek.
The music breathes, a sudden tide,
A map that forms from deep inside.
The cello hums against the floor,
A heavy footstep at the door.
They step into the weightless air,
Unbound by sight, immune to stare.
The treble sparks, a silver spark,
That cuts a path across the dark.
They spin on rhythms felt, not seen,
The space between becomes a queen.
A tilt of chin, a sweeping hand,
They trace the contours of the land.
For sight is bound to wall and stone,
But movement claims the sky alone.
They do not miss the candle’s gleam,
Who dance inside the fabric’s seam.
In dancing, as experienced by my eyes,
I see figures of beauty and of grace,
in steps, choreographed or improvised,
moving rhythmically through space;
but, as I see others, I become aware
that others may set eyes on me as well,
another circumstance, altogether,
as they see a homely man without hair,
not an Arthur Murray clientele,
and much heavier than a feather.
Yet, by replacing sight with other senses,
I find it was my eyes that did impede,
with self-conscious, self-constructed fences,
but now, my joyous spirit has been freed,
and I can connect, engage, and hear,
as my body, merges with the sound
of the rhythm and the melody,
and my feet, my heart, my soul, my ear,
lose themselves as I twirl madly round -
thankful that I can no longer see.
The blind lady was line dancing with Jack
Taking one step forward and two steps back.
Flirted and giggled
In sequin, jiggled,
Tripped, fell, hitting her head as all went black.
Dancing blind is what they called us,
we both had two left feet.
I moved on the dance floor,
then she followed me gracefully.
Awkward it became,
as they laughed at us.
We did not care,
as we held each other tight in love.
In love with each other,
in love with the rhythm of the music.
In our last big turn,
our canes showed.
The room went silent,
only the music could be heard.
Now they knew we were blind,
but not by the music or by our feet.
Five senses are given at the time of birth
and sight is one of them
But all work together when one is blind
to feel the sense of space-
And slowly learn to dance by other means
instead of eyes that steer
The ears can hear the music's rhythm well
transfer that joy to feet
As sense of sound and touch will intertwine
and bodies swing and sway.
A miracle our senses work that way.
I feel as if I could see — is it shock?
The wind from the flying skirts hit my face.
Music starts getting louder; the walls rock.
Within all the people, I feel my trace.
Warm skin on mine, every touch feels like fire.
I'm standing high, like the moon over the room.
My dancing legs calling my blind eyes liar.
People keep looking at me while I bloom.
I don't need to see as long as I feel.
Why even try to cry if there's no eye?
Bodies tickling, spinning around like wheels.
I know for sure tonight won't break the heel.
It's a feeling through moves that never stop.
If your eyesight goes, you'll still see a lot.
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