Dance Woman, Dance

Saturday mornings
when there’s coffee
and sun showers
filtering through old windows

when it’s clean
when there’s flow
when I’m writing
while the house is still, quiet.

When age-old griots inspire
and new-age poets remember
we share our tales and stories
make them tall and personal

women writing

my ancestors dance inside me
beckon me to finish
welcome me to the circle
“the floor is yours”, they say
“you, yes you”

1295536158-ubw_southern_diaries_ayano_hisa1the oldest sway
nods yes
no words are spoken
no need
the middlers hold court
we make merriment

Our dresses laugh
make sport of rainbows
for we are so much more colorful and beautiful
radically unscripted

even in our quiet
in our regaling
we affirm each other
our individual might
our stealth
our silent strength

We are power
yet it’s me
who’s made anew.

16 thoughts on “Dance Woman, Dance

    1. Why, thank you! Thanks for visiting. More to come. I gandered over to your site because it popped up in my search results on Mari Evans. I learned a lot more about her work than I knew prior to finding you. Thank you.

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      1. well I am honored to hear that – and that is a very popular post for me. and Mari was such a great writer! ❤ ❤
        and I am glad our paths have crossed in the blog world – here's to a fun year in 2015 –


    1. Lakisha,
      Good Sunday afternoon to you! Sorry about the delay. I did read your comment as soon as I received it. I appreciate your taking the time to read and commenting. No day quite like Saturday! Glad you enjoyed this.


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