Terpsichore danced herself into people’s lives
She sashayed her truth, acting like one of the guys
The other muses were a bit afraid as she twirled.
She pranced her truth, her ideas unfurled.
Song followed her everywhere she went, she was a player.
Melodies and music born inside her dendrite layer.
The Greeks she inspired could not keep their feet quiet.
They moved to a rhythm, and kept a tiny diet.
Terpsichore was Zeus’s favorite daughter.
A daddy’s girl, she rarely did what she “ought-er”.
She was a free spirit, a gypsy, a dancing queen.
With love, not anything mean.
Poor Priddy Prattle
sitting on the stair.
Who comes along
but Fred Astaire.
Stretch your limbs,
relax and dance.
Up, he implores,
dance and prance.
Poor Priddie Prattle
had not a clue,
stuck in her seat
just like glue.
Then came Twyla
with whim and wit.
Down beside her
she did sit.
Poor Priddie Prattle
proffered a frown.
She did not want
to appear a clown.
Tina slinked up
with extended hand.
“Dance my rockin’
and rollin’ band.”
Proud Priddie Prattle
stood up on pegs,
but danced away
on rock ’n roll legs.
Attune yourself to see the miracle of music.
Merging with the dance is truly ecstatic.
Hey! Swing, sway and frisk, every way it’s fantastic!
Stir your senses, I wanna hear your riotous roar.
Unbound and bounce, in you I see Terpsichore
Just dance, just dance! Forget every frightening chore!
I call it meditation, the best way of catharsis.
Whirl, twist, sway and spin under wonderful hypnosis.
Dance! Just dance, it needs no basics!
Hey! Go with the beat. Dance to the tune of your heartbeat.
Don’t stop, keep stomping your feet.
Groove, groove, groove!
Don’t stop, don’t stop that move!
Yes! You are a blend of perfection.
I know dancing is an addiction,
Unbound soul’s reflection.
Groove, groove, groove!
Don’t stop, don’t stop that move!
To hell with the stares!
Come on come on who cares!
Dance to the music of spheres!!
17/03/2019
Delightfully dancing delicate doppio,
twirling the twisted turns.
Staccato steps, softly sublime
Reaching rich rapture.
Pausing, pondering performance parameters
Considering critical, controversial clash
Taking time to tackle the tearful troupe
Before breaking buoyant babble
Wizen words, woefully wrapped,
delivered. Deadening delirious delight.
Seeking solace; silent sobs slip softly.