picture it & write #34; Sylvia Said

The deadly smoke danced up towards the ceiling as if trying to escape from her crimson lips. The smell of nicotine was pungent as it seeped through the black satin gloves she wore. Sylvia didn’t know why she bothered to come on board to this cruise, it was full of hot air and nothing more. The grand hall was littered with generals, lords, ladies and other members of the elite. The men whose eyes danced in her direction blubbered with loose, deeply intoxicated smirks.

Out from the crowd a robust man caught her eye. Within seconds he advanced towards her, Sylvia averted her eyes and inhaled the cigarette deeply. “My sweet pearl, Sylvia,” The man leaned in towards her, his cheek felt like sandpaper and she could smell his abhorrent breath. “Dance with me.”

 Ermisenda Alvarez


short-story-slam-week-21; Sweet Dance


She Danced For Her People

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Twirlers – A-Z Alphabet Challenge; T-Archives

As a little girl
I loved to twirl

In circles to go ’round
with or without sound

I danced time away
in my imaginary play

A ballerina of dreams
life’s not what it seems

And now I’ve found
I barely leave the ground

With no pirouettes for today
in my mind they stay

Teresa Marie  1/26/12 © 



Fairy Dance – Hay(na)ku

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we witness
the fairy’s dance

are we
in deep entrance

all through
the forest’s expanse

falling upon
them by happenstance!

Teresa Marie  1/5/12 © 




Abandon Praise

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Along the shore I danced
and with great abandon praise

The Lord of my life
as thanksgiving for His grace

Being unaware of the time
 I pranced around through space

The joy of my abandon
could nothing there displace

And all through the sand
my footprints you could trace

Even though the evening tide
did some of them erase

The warmth of the sun
I felt upon my face

As ever up and down
the shore in dance I race

The pleasure of His presence
I found in this place

Told me He was watching
my abandon dance of praise!

Teresa Marie  12/2/11


Happy Dance

The ragbunny did
his happy dance

Every time he
got the chance

At moping toys
he wouldn’t glance

They couldn’t ruin
his happy dance

All through the
toyroom’s great expanse

Around he’d jump
and he’d prance

Until just by
some happenstance

He must delay
his happy dance!

Teresa Marie  11/19/11

A lesson in maintaining our joy

Angels Dance In Praise

Angels dance in praise
of our Almighty King

As the angel choir
worship songs do sing

How I do wish
that I could hear

The sounds of heaven
in earthly life here

Can you just imagine
if we danced along

With those angels all
joining them in song?

What a joyous world
truly it could be

As God saw us all
dancing to His majesty!

Teresa Marie  10/6/11

The Broken Ballerina

Their delicate feet tapped, their skirts bloomed like lilies and their fingers caressed the air. The show was beautiful, ephemeral and moving. I stared in awe and hatred. My body had once been as beautiful, flexible and delicate as theirs. Those naive girls had no idea what ballet truly was, but I did. While my husband teaches them everything he taught me, I sit and wait for a concert where I don’t dance. Ritualistic torture transformed from a once loved cycle of performance. As he runs his aging hands down their taut legs I feel mine alone, disappointed. My eyes grew wide with boiling hatred, if only I could snap those precious, beautiful, young swan-like necks. Would he still love them then?

All I could think of
was my intense hate
and the wicked twist
of my own fate

There was a time
I was the star
ballerina extraordinaire
I’d gone so far

Traveled all the world
great applause I heard
how they clamored for me
hung on my every word

Look at me now
broken by this disease
I would never dance again
the doctor said with ease

Legs are so twisted
and ugly to the eye
destroyed my whole world
but wouldn’t make me die

Stuck in this wheelchair
forced to watch them dance
ate up by their beauty
as they pirouette and prance

I don’t understand why
he must torture me
can he not comprehend
why doesn’t he see?

Can’t take it anymore
time for him to pay
he doesn’t know yet
it’s his judgement day

Knife under the pillow
the preparations are made
when he goes to sleep
my pain will be repaid

When I am done
ugly he will be
as these twisted legs
that have crippled me.

Teresa Marie  9/18/11

picture it & write contribution

Dance, Love, Sing, Live

Dance as though no one’s watching
to see how well you do
that way you will be free
to jitterbug the whole night through

Love as though you have never 
been hurt by someone ever before
so you can freely give love
to the one that you adore

Sing as though no one can
even hear what song you sing
then no matter if you’re flat
there’s happiness that it will bring

And live as though heaven is
here on the earth every day
for you’re a child of God
so you should live that way!!

Teresa Marie  8/25/11