My Soul Dances With Joy

Like an impulse, my spirit is soaring,
dancing with joy on the wings of the breeze.
The heart is like a fountain outpouring,
dreaming to dwell in the shell of the seas.

Love is a melody in motion,
a crescendo that collides on the lips,
nothing less than a flood of devotion
upon the arc of Aurora's ellipse.

A handful of sky; and I am happy,
folding the day into my heart unseen.
Hugging life like a blanket about me,
I lie down in splendor, so soft and green.

The sun is sculpting shadowed silhouettes
out of leafy branches and daffodils
that disappear in playful pirouettes,
rolling like children down virulent hills.

My feelings linger and outlast the day.
My heart is climbing the heights of our love,
stretching like stars across the Milky Way,
falling into Orion's arms above.

The silver stroke of midnight is glowing
as the moon rises on radiant wings,
and the night breeze is pleasantly blowing,
tugging at tendrils and pulling on strings.

Like a poem hungry for completion
or a tree rooting for permanent ground,
I am but part of this grand accretion
in this circle of life in which I'm bound.

Like a wildflower dancing in daylight
or a star-flower shining over sea,
I am a songbird summoning twilight,
pressed into the pages of poetry.

Reviews

[Twilight]

I believe that the theme for this poem is the inspiration which love can bring to a woman. There are even references to music, nature and the time of day. The musical words include "strings", "crescendo" and "melody".

In the third verse, it seems as if a simple affinity with nature and love for life is being expressed.

The verse which follows seems to be almost a tribute to the poetic beauty which can be found in nature, "out of leafy branches and daffodils that disappear in playful pirouettes".

Verse five seems to be expressing the sheer strength of this woman's passion. For example, "My heart is climbing the heights of our love".

As is normally the case in this writer's poetry, the style and flow are simply beautiful. And sometimes fill the mind with wonderful images.

Interestingly, the words, "pressed into the familiar pages of poetry" seem familiar. Perhaps, they have been used by this writer in another of her brilliant poems? Either way, they are certainly most apt in this eloquent piece.

[FlawedByDesign]

I have to say that I dont agree with Dinesh in terms of rhyme. Rhyming words is easy, but proper rhyming in the context of the story is really uplifting to the story.

You've done exactly that here. Once again you've created a world that I never thought would be possible. The pictures you paint are boundless and it makes me think I would never be able to come up with such beauteous descriptions. I guess that is the next step for me :)

The only thing that does not sit with me is, "virulent hills". I dont see how poisonous hills, or noxious as a result of the poison, relate to the poem.

Nicely done!

[Dinesh Sairam]

Till now, I had thought that only amateur poets use ABAB or AABB. But, you've petrified my thoughts. Wonderful words, and an exquisite picture they paint. Many lines are quotable, too many to quote :) I just thought the third stanza was odd one out.. I don't know why, but I personally feel it hinders the flow.. :) Kudos. Keep writing.

[Arthur Crow]

This is indeed a soul dancing with joy.. your expressions are silky smooth and the entire piece is crafted with grace and skill. Very much enjoyed this dreamy wonder.