beginning on all fours, to crouching
in silhouette trees,
Stretching to launch stone spears
whole bodies sweeping, for walls of cave painting.
The beginning of we- digging, cutting, crushing,
Straining to raft, onto hauling of sleds
Assault of mountains,scanning for invaders-
The lunging of a gallop,and sword fights.
Somersaulting into forwardness of wheels;
cartwheeling to soaring airplanes
the rise of rockets;
When you finish, ending in this pose
you are breathless-
it cannot be held still;
they had to project the photo, behind you on the wall.
19 comments:
ha. nice progression through out...sounds like a dance i might get a cramp from as well...cartwheel to soaring airplanes and rise of rockets...ha nice visual...
That was some dance!
I guess in the timeless universe, our evolution would be lucky to hit 4 minutes.
A very well thought out take on the image I thought.
nice take! i love it!
have a great week ahead!
JJRod'z
Love the projection angle ...
A great little journey, well crafted - I bet it took some time to write.
Jamie
I came up this cartwheels too, though you went much deeper. Cool write.
I like the way this builds.
And I like where it lands, too.
NIce.
=)
It evolves quite nicely. The last line has me puzzled, though. : )
Minute evolution....nice....:-)
<<< sigh >>>
What a difference it makes whether you see this as pre- or post-. Good one, this. Different and enjoyable.
Very active poem!
This is really cool!
Love your references, especially 'cave paintings'. Well done and very enjoyable read.
It's active alright!
Struck me as a dance through time...
YOU, Izzy, are a true Aries. I'm not, but I know one when I read one.
(Married to one for 25 years, she now in heaven--stirring up the heavenly choir-Peeps!)
Dang Izzy...
You sure have got your Muse on girl.
Fantastic...G
i like how you see this as a dance
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