Glistening tendrils of curly hair twisting as tender grape vines framing her face as sleep overcomes pulling at eyes and lashes bringing dreams beneath the moon a silver sliver of light spilling across a smiling face taking her running across sun drenched fields of wild flowers where serenity is never an illusion but life’s continuing answer to Spirit’s dancing
music a soul’s peaceful step’s journeying
© July 2011 Renee Espriu
Spirit Dancer: Native American Indians perform ceremonial dances (originally during the Winter months) to personify their respective guardian Spirits and participants dress in costumes that represent those Spirits, for example a Bear, Wolf, or Eagle and others.
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Very beautiful imagery to accompany the pic, Renee.
Pamela
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That is beautiful. 🙂
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a beautiful image with words you have created Renee.. along with a beautiful Picture.. May the Spirit forever Dance within your own Soul.. 🙂
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a pure magic woven by beautiful words, creating a dazzling image in mind. just loved it renee. simply loved it.
who are spirit dancers? (I will google it)
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Hi Trisha, Thanks for your kind words. I have entered a description of what a Spirit Dancer is. I was visiting Sue’s site and felt inspired. My father’s grandmother was Seminole and although I never did meet her I am told my sister resembles her greatly.
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wonderful word choice to create beautiful imagery in this piece!!
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Thank you for visiting, Tekia, and for your kind words. Look forward to seeing more of your site and more of you here.
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I feel a special connection to this piece, Renee … perhaps it is part of “my past”! 🙂 Blessings ~~
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I love the flow of this poem, images melting into other beautiful images like a favored kaiedoscope. Are you from Florida…I am, and thought since you family were of Seminole decent perhaps you are Floridian, too. I am interested in power animals and have always respected American Native Indian cultures. I live on the edge of a floresta in central Brazil. It is a game preserve and I have become very connected with the animals and birds who share their space with me. We can learn so much from them once we let go of the ideas that we are superior and that we can not “talk” to them. Thank you for your poem. hugs, pat
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I have great respect for Native Americans and their closeness with nature. Really enjoyed your words of beauty for the dancing spirit.
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