A Choreography of Epsilon

If the Earth must have an axis, why not me?

I am inclined in a skyward reach, arcing back,

Letting the soles of my feet extend to her core,

Forged anew in the furnace of her belly

Until my toes emerge, newly born from her polar crust.

I feel the dance of the universe in vibration

Along the length of my body and my soul rejoices.

Sur les pointes, pirouetting on the palm of the Creator,

I lengthen my neck, raising my face toward heaven

Where it is warmed in the aria of the morning sun,

And I am attuned to the ancient song of the stars.

Reviews

[Perdition]

What approach to take here, what approach where I divine your celebration...where passion and song, sweet minds collide the mood that takes such form, from toe to sole your graceful visions unite. The mind is clear as is new. I imagine the earth lingering on its edge, creation and you are soon to be one and warm about her core, your language is an ancient song, stretching, teaching, dancing, your words compose you toward the face of God, The first song of the morning. How to approach these artist's words? I'll turn and tend the core and furnace, in Epsilon my mind connects into the mystic, just a soft compelling, you are now of Axis, both earth and universe evolved, accepting your proposal. Your extension into your heaven within. Are you a dancer...perhaps? Certainly the Terpsechorian of words and perhaps of life but either way the union here joins you to a gift of flight. So high your toes are raised beyond space and time, as your moment in Epsilon begins. I wander over shop signs towards the coming winter, feeling these words rushing for the river, ever flowing through my veins. What approach do I take come this morning star and song...appreciation are the thoughts that come to mind~

[Chris Shaw]

Feet firmly planted on the ground while being warmed by the morning sun. A person totally in tune with her place on our planet. Lovely. Could see her in my mind’s eye Joli.

Chris

[Joli Dy]

I love that you could picture her. Thank you, Chris!

[Eilis]

I have done a series of poems about Greek myths. One you read earlier. As I was reading this it reminded me of writing one of those. To embody a persona or idea and making it relatable to myself right now. I’m not saying that was what you were doing here but I can’t escape your title which to me speaks of the liveliness of forces. Of drinking in existence, absorbing it, and in some sense being reborn.

I have a pathological need to understand things. My analytical nature can have me lost at times, but there is something beautiful about bringing order to the chaos of thought. Poetry can do that for me. This poem reminded me of that. The beauty in discovery. Whether it is self or other or origin or joy or any of the thousands of other things that can make us new. Discovery itself can be a reinvention. It’s a lovely poem.

[Joli Dy]

I've read this review at least 6 times. I love that your describe your curiosity as a pathological need to understand. I definitely relate to that. I'm grateful for your words - every one.

[Ken Simm.]

The physics of living. What a concept. And I love it. Excellent work.

[Joli Dy]

Thank you. Your encouragement is greatly appreciated

[jacob erin-cilberto]

The speaker in this poem is one with the Earth...MOther Earth, we need to respect her, she is our survival....We depend on her and we need to respect her....as we would our own Mother.
j.

[Joli Dy]

Thank you, Jacob.