The music was quietly playing in the background of my mind.
My bare feet skimmed the floor. I felt the music was like the wind. Sometimes the wind plays a lovely melody. I was dancing with the song of my heart. The notes were pure, simple and loving.
There was a faint smile of joy as I found self-love to be okay. Actually more than okay, it was quite delicious. Tasting the succulent nectar of self-care, wrapped in a velvet ribbon of peacefulness.
This poem reflects a solo dance of my heart. It’s tender and delicate as bird’s feather. May you find time to dance with your heart!
|Painting by Alexey Sulsar|
She heard solitude in the harmonics
What she saw
To be true
Liquefied her through the rhythms
Notes strung without unforeseen lines
Lifted in a crescendo
A winged orchestra
Pure and divine
A conundrum of prose
Set free from a cage
To dance solo
A slow dance of the heart
Carolyn Riker is an elementary teacher, mental health counselor, writer and a poet who finds comfort and balance in her kids, nature, music and her sweet cat Copper. She can be seen sipping soy lattes, nibbling on dark chocolate or savoring a full-bodied red wine. Introspective, forthright, kind and compassionate, she intertwines life with yoga, meditating and learning about Vedic Astrology and Ayurveda. She also writes for Elephant Journal and Rebelle Society. Carolyn can be reached via her e-mail address firstname.lastname@example.org or on facebook here.
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