Image: Danseuse ajustant sa bretelle, 1895096, Edgar Degas
Enter the closet
with boxes full of dreams,
excess baggage,
skeletons,
dirty laundry,
truth.
Close the door tight.
No.
Open the door,
and come out
dancing.
This image is provided by Tess Kincaid at The Mag creative writing group. Click on the link and check it out.
For when we shed the past, we are free to "be." Loved this, Mary. Perfect capture!
ReplyDeleteThank you Ginny. :o)
DeleteWhat an amazing message, recipe for living. Beautiful poem, Mary.
ReplyDeleteThanks Helen!
Deletedance and prance hmm I may be better off slamming the sucker shut
ReplyDeleteYou and the cat could tango Pat.
Delete"Come out dancing"..always the cure for me..lovely!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Lyn.
DeleteSounds very positive! Way to go, Mary!
ReplyDeleteSounds right to me!
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ha. we have to take it all in...in order to come out dancing....smiles...
ReplyDeletenicely done
ReplyDeleteOh I do like this sweet poem you wrote for her. I like that she comes out dancing! Very upbeat!
ReplyDeleteExcellent advice...
ReplyDeleteBe free , laundry Goddess, there is a universe to create and inhabit ( and you do it so well!)
ReplyDeleteYay! Coming out dancing is the way to go... :)
ReplyDeleteFreedom is a beautiful thing.
ReplyDeleteWords to live by
ReplyDeletebeautiful. keep on dancing.
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