Spoken Word & Freestyle:

[nomadicrhymer]

I feel the wind
When I dance
Musical tendencies
Gather and ride
The invisible swirl
Of softness
Teasing me
As I turn and twist
Hands reaching
Taunting
Untouchable
Whispers …She glances
Off my cheek
Elusive to my eye
Erotic …Soothing
I glance around as
I throw a hip…
At the leaves
Who love her kiss
They too await
Her soft embrace
My feet slide and lift
Taking steps best
Left to thought alone
No choreographed
Enchantments
Capricious and impulsive
She understands
Perfidy of movement
Disloyalty to sound
Whimsy governs her fancy
She is Grand Master
Of her fate
When temptation strikes
Interlocking mists of clouds
Feel her soft slinkiness sliding
Along their shapes
As she rearranges her
Easel … arms flowing fiercely
Through trees and waves
Blindfolding the sun
Calling to the rain to bathe her
Thunder …sing to her!
Testing the heavens with her will
Wasting no motion
Frugality is not her style
Abundant joy fiercely bursts
As she arrives center stage
Stately Sequoias bow
In adulation … smiling at the Spruce
Fighting to stay upright
When I dance she knows
Warm and wild
Or soft and new
I feel the wind
When I dance

Nomadicrhymer ©2011

[butchiesmom]

The Following Text Is Quoted:

Originally Posted by nomadicrhymer

I feel the wind
When I dance
Musical tendencies
Gather and ride
The invisible swirl
Of softness
Teasing me
As I turn and twist
Hands reaching
Taunting
Untouchable
Whispers …She glances
Off my cheek
Elusive to my eye
Erotic …Soothing
I glance around as
I throw a hip…
At the leaves
Who love her kiss
They too await
Her soft embrace
My feet slide and lift
Taking steps best
Left to thought alone
No choreographed
Enchantments
Capricious and impulsive
She understands
Perfidy of movement
Disloyalty to sound
Whimsy governs her fancy
She is Grand Master
Of her fate
When temptation strikes
Interlocking mists of clouds
Feel her soft slinkiness sliding
Along their shapes
As she rearranges her
Easel … arms flowing fiercely
Through trees and waves
Blindfolding the sun
Calling to the rain to bathe her
Thunder …sing to her!
Testing the heavens with her will
Wasting no motion
Frugality is not her style
Abundant joy fiercely bursts
As she arrives center stage
Stately Sequoias bow
In adulation … smiling at the Spruce
Fighting to stay upright
When I dance she knows
Warm and wild
Or soft and new
I feel the wind
When I dance
Nomadicrhymer ©2011

It was hard to pick out what I liked because it all spoke to me!
Smoothly, wistfully, sensually, softly, it reached out and hugged my heart.
On my knees I bow down to you.
I have bolded all the places which spoke to my heart.
I'm sincerely hoping I have this right and you're talking about the wind taking you away in the beat of her music.
I love to read your work for obvious reasons, Teresa. I'm hoping to read more.
Gail

[MsJacquiiC]

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Originally Posted by nomadicrhymer

Erotic …Soothing
I glance around as
I throw a hip…
At the leaves
Who love her kiss
They too await
Her soft embrace

Apologies in advance for the mini-novela response. I hope it doesn't make me appear too....out of my league. But this poem has made me feel something.

This is truly an amazing write Nomad! I like how this reads as if a play-by-play = rapid-fire-poetry. I like how within the depths of this beautiful display of english is an actual storyline. Poetry with a purpose. And the purpose I read here is FREEDOM. Free to be erotic as you can be, free to be impulsively whimsical. Freedom seems to take hold of her brush even.

So nonchalant is this artist as she in nude pose, poised to splatter her canvas with spontaneous audacity. This poem is so hot - I invision her in nude of course, this way she feels when the wind even caresses the the small of her back.

The Following Text Is Quoted:

Originally Posted by nomadicrhymer

No choreographed
Enchantments
Capricious and impulsive
She understands
Perfidy of movement
Disloyalty to sound
Whimsy governs her fancy
She is Grand Master
Of her fate
When temptation strikes
Interlocking mists of clouds
Feel her soft slinkiness sliding
Along their shapes
As she rearranges her
Easel …

Yes - definitely nude. But this chick is no stoopid spring chicken. She understand perfidity of movement. Perhaps she's learned; college degrees lining her wall. Perhaps it all comes naturally; she's gifted, no formal training...?

But she's painting and she's wrapped up in her freedom as she does it. And she is merely testifying to the simple beauty of a breeze.

Genius write Ms Nomad! Thanks for the share.

Jacquii.

[nomadicrhymer]

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Originally Posted by butchiesmom

I'm sincerely hoping I have this right and you're talking about the wind taking you away in the beat of her music.

Gail, thanks for the heartfelt review! I started out talking about the dancing as the focal point of the poetry, but she took over! lol!

Thanks Ms. J for the awesome review... whenever it allows the reader to speculate and dream of different scenarios it's definitely worth it. Yes, certainly the nude natural, as God made us to be orginally, communing with mother earth is at work here... the elemental power of the wind and the effect she has upon everything from sky to sea to trees and dirt... it's a powerful mix if you let yourself go.

Muchas gracias, ladies!!
Nomad

[MsJacquiiC]

Powerful mix indeed = makes for a wonderful read!

[Lane]

I can only add what a pleasure this is to read. Lane

[jakeminick]

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Originally Posted by nomadicrhymer

Capricious and impulsive
She understands
Perfidy of movement
Disloyalty to sound
Whimsy governs her fancy

wonderful piece. i will probably continue to read this numerous times. the flow captures me so much that, if i read one line, i have to read the whole thing. i can't say much that hasn't already been said about it but, it seems a testament to the flowing of tides and winds; of muse and spiritual forces blending with natural forces. well, i don't know. maybe after i read it a bunch more times i'll come back with something better to say. great write.

[SuzyQ]

This poem is lovely Nomad....

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Originally Posted by nomadicrhymer

she rearranges her
Easel … arms flowing fiercely
Through trees and waves

Great line... I can just picture Mother Nature at her artistic best... her masterpiece, the backdrop of
of the "stage" where you dance with the wind.

The shorter lines of this poem bring to mind the small steps of a dancer.... the poem progresses like a ballet.

Very nice.

SuzyQ

[nomadicrhymer]

Thanks so much, jakeminik and SuzyQ... I appreciate the read and review... so happy that you felt "moved" by this piece!

Nomad

[MsJacquiiC]

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Originally Posted by SuzyQ

The shorter lines of this poem bring to mind the small steps of a dancer.... the poem progresses like a ballet.

Funny - Now that you've said that Ms SuzyQ - I totally agree. I think the "She understands Perfidy of movement... She is Grand Master Of her fate" lines evokes the image of ballet dancer who is the primadona/principal of her company's stage.

hmmm - I like this piece so much Ms Nomad - I'd love to feature it in the Spotlighted Artist Showcase - I've sent you a PM