primed to dance

"No performance is a perfect performance but some performances allow for the feeling of perfection. Achieving this moment of ecstasy easily validates all the pain and struggle of the art form by taking us (and possibly our audience) for a moment to a world beyond our own." - Wendy Whelan
primed to dance
rooted
skyscrper spire
steel and glass
lit like city lights
visceral
thoroughbred
musculature
tense
choreography:
obtainable
domination:
possible
insane energy
intractable
juices flowing
creatively
glossy profiles
underlining vignettes
forever opening
nights
******************
Written for:
Poetry Picnic Week 23: New York Times Headline Topics
Also written for:
challenge – “possible”
Posted on:
Open Link Monday
Inspired by story: in A Dancer Who Can Remember The Giants
Photo Credit: Costin Radu from theballetbag
Posted on January 22, 2012, in imaginary garden with real toads, Poetry, Sunday Scribblings, The Gooseberry Garden and tagged ballerina verse, ballet, ballet poetry, ballet verse, choreogrpahy, city lights, dance, dance poem, dance poetry, dance verse, domination, imaginary garden with real toads, new york times, possible, skyscraper, spire, sunday scribblings, the gooseberry garden, Wendy Whelan. Bookmark the permalink. 27 Comments.
Intense.
Good sense of subject thru the words.
WoW on the photo…wish I could do that. Sigh.
Peace,
Siggi in Downeast Maine
love the image, very cool piece.
imagism poetry is it, fascinating!
Awesome write, Zongrik!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/01/22/night-rules/
Wonderfully intense, Zongrik. The words you’ve chosen are absolutely beautiful.
Brava! As a dancer (my first love), I really appreciate this.
Nothing epic is achieved without that struggle. Lovely.
Great poem, nicely done.
What a great write! It flows and dances. : )
I can’t decide which moves me more: the intensity of the dancer or the intensity of your description! Well matched, I say!
wow… I agree with ‘thingy’ it flows and dances! … your words were piercing…
love the words “musculature tense.” Although they are doing something they love…they are still tensed and stressed out due to the need of perfection. They aspire to reflect the greatness of skyscraper and shine amongst the stage lights:)
Thank you for writing this:)
Well done!
nice write and very cool picture too.
Ballet has to be the hardest art form to master. Your poem contains all the angst of that struggle.
This is awesome to read slowly each word and imagining the movement. The pace and words seem well chosen, in reading flows comfortable with reading breath. Nice closing lines.
loved the taut form and the husbandry of words.
forever opening
nights
…That is such a wonderful double entendre, an evocation of both the curtain rising on a new dance program, and – reflected by the pose of the ballerina in your illustration – the blossoming of a nocturnal flower.
The choice of words and their placement heightened the tension as the poem concluded with….Opening Night! Well penned.
There’s is such a difficult dance. I feel sorry for the dreadful state it leaves their feet in at the end of their careers but, my goodness, what a dance they do.
Lovely capture of the power, control and energy it takes to try to achieve perfection in their moves.
You have captured the energy and intensity of the dance so well through your words.
With it’s sparing use of words, columnar structure and precise diction, this piece emanates strength and courage and achievement. I like all that!
Nice flow….playing it like opening night takes a lot of energy and focus ~
My share: http://a-sweetlust.blogspot.ca/2012/04/to-sea.html
Great image with your words.
I love this description:
“visceral
thoroughbred
musculature
tense”
Really cool quote, and your words, sculpted as beautifully and as strongly as the photo. Viva art!!!!
Great photo.Could feel the grind of the discipline and structure invoved …relentess .