This morning morning’s minion*

[pjthompson]

Fresh off the brain this morning:

 

Poetry is a dance with fans that scarcely covers your nakedness.
Poetry is an inverted dance, spinning on the top of your head.
Poetry is a one-legged dance, balancing on the end of a peg.
Poetry is a dance of wholeness, never fragments of movement.
Poetry is a tumbling dance, made up as you go.
Poetry is an evasive dance, never long pinned down in one spot.

 

 

 

 

*The Windhover, Gerard Manley Hopkins.

Mirrored from Better Than Dead.

Comments

[bogwitch64.livejournal.com]

Truly beautiful. Thanks for sharing.

[pjthompson.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

[geniusofevil.livejournal.com]

That first line ... spot on

[pjthompson.livejournal.com]

Thanks. It was the first line that came to me. :-D