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Ecstatic Groove

by Kathleen Wilson

under the pendulous
brugmansia
you pose
delicately smiling
with your feet on your head

fearless your dancing

shows why anyone would think
that perhaps one percent
of dark matter could turn to light

and melts unexplained ice
deep under the surface
of any planet

fire eating you feed
reflectively
on hematite blueberries

you're

condensed from some volcanic cloud
transformed debris of meteor impact
but more likely

the evidence that points
with discovered gesture
why where and when

water flowed on Mars

(previously only
wishful thinking)
your dance reveals its traces

you choreograph south polar geysers
on an infrared surface
light penetrating clear glacier
ignoring the windswept dark
percolating up

it's cloud tops you walk on
showgirl style pathfinder and rover
you explore new territory
emerging from crater leaps
with original evidence

the mystery and excellence
of hands connected to arms
torso swirl of a red planet

in the fragrant night
and firey bright
you teach inversions
to angel trumpets
and give

a new contortion

to beautiful
from
head to toe

04/18/2007

Author's Note: for Kristina Caņizares~~Director/Choreographer/Dancer~~ only the daughter of an astrophysicist could dance like that.

Posted on 04/18/2007
Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 04/18/07 at 07:35 PM

Hi Kath. Yes, she should love this. The language here dances and the form follows quite nicely. Excellent. Thanks.

Posted by A. Paige White on 04/18/07 at 08:37 PM

And only a daughter of King Poetry could sweep us off our feet with such finesse. A feast of finesse! I bow at your feat. ;-}

Posted by Meagan Green on 04/18/07 at 09:24 PM

perfect. i love it

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/19/07 at 12:25 AM

Twirling in your poem, Kath. She will be honored... it is alive with ecstacy!
brugmansia is a new word for me, as are some other quite flithet-marvelongs in this schmoem. :)

Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 04/19/07 at 12:43 AM

this entire poem felt like a dance. come to think of it...this entire poem dances with some fancy words (complicated moves) and some more simple vocab to tie the tough to the common (the easy moves) to makeup one encore performance. now, this is the kind of poem that separates poetry from "poetry". the lines, "the mystery and excellence of hands connected to arms" really caught me. best one of the bunch in my opinion...i love the grace. the fluid imagery...everything about this poem grooves. a slight break (but not too much) from your recent scientific/astral-based works. as always, tres bien kw...tres bien.

Posted by Matthew Sharp on 04/19/07 at 02:49 AM

this makes the point that geography shall encompass the universe, multi verse, or even kathleen wilsons head:) always in a state of graceful intellectualism.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/19/07 at 04:23 AM

I see this marvelous dancer twirling about the universe and I am mesmerized by the impossible materializing in her music and movements. What a lovely tribute!

Posted by Laura Doom on 04/20/07 at 11:33 PM

Inimitable rendition of one exotic in the shadow of another (though I don't have the stomach for this stuff myself :)

Posted by JD Clay on 04/22/07 at 03:56 PM

This is like an ethereal travelogue bursting with energy that touches down ever-so-lightly! Your vernacular a poetic soup. Bravo!!!

Posted by Sarah Graves on 04/23/07 at 11:37 PM

I really like how you describe her moves, in such a cosmic way. I mean, when someone's dancing is out of this world, it must be something special. Thanks for sharing! :)

Posted by Tony Whitaker on 04/24/07 at 08:53 AM

As someone with a scientific background I absolutely love this play on words and imagery. You have a talent for weaving science and words into exquisite poetry! Kepp these coming!

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