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DANCE POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN

Original poetry by Donovan Baldwin, poems about dance, dancing, dancers.
I fragile as friable rock,
Reduced to powder,
Carried away by
Transparent water,
Burned by the earth's
Tongues of fire,
Seeking beauty
Within my limited
Sphere of vision,
As she, object of my desire
Dances, writhing serpentlike,
In ancient ritual
To an abandoned harmony
Which only
She and I can hear.

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All men once were boys,
Boys will become old men,
Girls need canes and walkers
When their hair grows gray and thin.

Enjoy it while you've got it
Dance the dance and sing the song,
Make the best of what you're given,
Cause you'll not have it long

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bare limbed she dances
this voluptuous woman...
proud before my gaze

-----

she hears Music play
a song for two to dance to...
she dances alone

-----

touched by dawn's fingers
body lit by the sunrise...
dancer in the wind

-----

dancers in moonlight
aware but of their partner...
as the music plays

-----

clad in moon's cloak
she dances into my arms...
we kiss the cloak falls

-----

though dancing alone
she feels his arms around her...
coveted embrace

-----

She is a secret thing,
Of fantasy and dream,
Phantom figure in the
Back corners of my mind,
Swirling dancing woman,
Eyes bright with the heat
The music and the fire
The wonder and the wine,
Timeless dancer, her face
Smiling across the flames,
And the span of ages,
As she dances ancient rituals
The artlessly seductive way
Women have known since
First a man and woman
Desired each other
Naked outside of Eden.

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trees sing in silence
mighty hymns but few can hear...
dance in their stillness

-----

your shadow dances
there among the dying flames...
burning memory

-----

we dance as lovers
our most unrestrained desires...
acted to music

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I saw her dance
Never trained,
Yet so natural in
Movement of her body,
More in time to some
Inner music, than,
The rhythmic beat
That others heard,
Which faded before
The sensual music
Of her body,
Playing to ancient
Rhythms, causing both
Her and I to smile
With open pleasure.

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Often dance, more than art,
Is a celebration of life,
An acknowledgement of
Body and soul
Given,
Trained,
Practiced,
And...
Set free
To express its
Desire,
Exuberance,
Love,
Gaity,
And even...
Debauchery,
Lust,
Desolation,
Uttered plainly in movement
To the fullest extent
Of feeling and emotion.

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Original poetry copyright March 2021 by Donovan Baldwin



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