If life is what happens to our plans, then dance is what happens to our steps.
ideas sometimes when you wait they come to you.
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Saturday, 6 November 2010

Poem 3 (!)

The knowledge of children

Would you like to disappear
Time holds you
Light find you
A faint mist gives away where breath has been
-      ............ listen

I had a bit of a block with my poem task because the poems all seem to be coming out with teenage anxed and sad. Maybe because I have been attending difficult meetings and not enough dance classes! But rather than fall behind here is yesterdays … Ballet today maybe the poem tonight will be a bit warmer!!

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