dance

FADING OUT

 

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Earth pirouettes me past the sun

Innumerable orbits, yet the ballet’s not done

Seems merely an hour dancing on toes

Orchestra adagio-ing as my body flows

Time a frail leaf the winds once blew

Grim Reaper leads me in a pas de deux

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Darcey Bussell & Zoltan Solymosi in Black Swan pas de deux

 

https://youtu.be/VtEQ-BnNNl8 YouTube Swan Lake pas de deux

FADING OUT

*scroll down for a YouTube video*

Earth pirouettes me past the sun

Innumerable orbits, yet the ballet’s not done

Seems merely an hour dancing on toes

Orchestra adagio-ing as my body flows

Time a frail leaf the winds once blew

Grim Reaper leads me in a pas de deux

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Darcey Bussell & Zoltan Solymosi in Black Swan pas de deux

https://youtu.be/VtEQ-BnNNl8 YouTube Swan Lake pas de deux

“SO WOULD I”

 

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Luncheon at the Slow Dance Inn

Decadent tangos in the afternoon

Artificially dark yet

Deep, meaningful glances

Pierce the dimness

Tingling nape

As you lift my hair

Hands cupping my face

Leaving no question

About the conclusion

As our lips caress

Heat seeps through

Sun-struck sand under floorboards

Warming our dancing shoes

And somewhere

The saxophone moans

But we are beyond

The music

Beyond dessert

Of the caloric kind

Drifting to the stairs

Rhythmic hips in sync

One thought in mind

A work of art

A miracle

Together…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

Jefferson Starship, Miracles, YouTube video https://youtu.be/xKBttQmhDBw

GIPSY KINGS CONCERT

 

(Mahaffey Theater 5-2-16)

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Stranded

In a perverse time and place

DNA sings to me

In crystal-breaking tones:

Find the forest

Where your people camped

Among the trees

Guitars and violins

And percussive seas

Remember the dance

Slow movement among embers

All to the backdrop of music

Inhaled, with the smoke,

Then released

With the vanishing of pain…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

https://youtu.be/mifnMC_Kn1Q

 

 

 

KHELEL: WHY DO GYPSY WOMEN DANCE ALONE?

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When there was no paper or pens for writing

And not many Romani knew how to read anyway

No money for paints and brushes and

Musical instruments were reserved for the men

(Although women could make a churo, a tambourine,

Tie coins or small horse bells together or

Make kastaneta from ocean shells)

How to create when materials scarce

Even for cooking or sewing

Khelel

Dance

The creation of steps:

Move left, move right

Kick a leg high

Undulate voluptuous hips

Tapped with the tambourine

Shake the bra-less breasts

Toss the head of thick, long hair

Close the eyes and be transported

To a universe where the

Ceiling is always star-lit

Embers flare as

A long skirt whirls around,

Stirring the air

Redolent with pine

No stench of poverty or abuse or bigotry

And if by nurture or nature

This female freedom is passed along

Some form of a genetic chain

Whether living in Eastern Europe

Without water or education

Living on the road in Western Europe

Or living in American-dream homes

Slaving nine hours each day for

What passes as a wage

We women

With even a drop of Romani rat—blood—

Continue creating with our feet, hands and hips

Yes, it would be heaven to dance in the arms of a beloved

But that is not possible for many

Fiercely independent

Some of us dance for money

Some of us dance for audiences

Most importantly

Most of us dance for ourselves

Dancing in secret

A careful choreography of

Flamenco, belly dancing or

Even Jazzercize

Drawing lines and filling them in

With the finest of oils:

Scarlets, royal blues and purples

The black of night and the

Gold of the noon-time sun

The floor our canvas

The lines our charcoal

The paints our beating hearts

Of happiness in the

Joy of the dance

Alone…

© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

LIFE’S OKAY TODAY

peace love music

Dazzling in plastic

Evil Eye earrings

Swirling around in

Black polyester

Gliding in knee high

Shiny vinyl boots

Frizzy silver hair

Framing an aging

Yet sun-beaming face

Singing beloved

Rock and Blues and Folk

A sliding glass door

Shows her reflection

Happily laughing

Because life is fun…

© ViataMaja