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THE DANCE OF LOVE by Carolyn Riker

I’m often surprised where my writing takes me...

Lavender photograph by the author
It is a sensory experience. This poem was written on an early summer morning. I wasn’t expecting to write a poem about love, but after my brief garden walk and my affinity with nature, I experienced what it would feel like to be loved; it bordered on the tips of wholeness.

My translation of the experience was something I am still tender to share; I have wants as well as needs. In this poetic process I gently embraced my inner feelings. Ultimately, the desire to be loved and feel loved for who I am without the instinctual mindset to conform to the needs of another.

Furthermore, I realized it is easier for me to give than to receive. It’s almost as if, I’ve believed for many years, I don’t deserve more.

As I wrote, I didn’t over process, instead I let what was bubbling inside--flow. It was a unique internal exchange of awareness recognizing it’s more than okay to have wants and needs as well as a clearer sense of self.

I am not being selfish or wrong and for me that is an unusual space.

It is a mindfulness of self-worth. When I think of worth, I see respect. Love is respectful. This poem is my touchstone and the beginning of integrating myself to an integral awareness with a symbiotic dance of mind, body and soul. My heart is touching my mind and my soul is drinking the nectar of inner wisdom. It is beyond fascinating to witness myself stepping into believing who I am and what I foresee in the process with the relationship of love.

The Dance of Love
by Carolyn Riker

I want the touch
of gentleness
serene but justly held
of hands, vibrant
reading me like braille

each curvature
and silhouette
a muse of enlightenedness

not afraid of my darkness
or light of slight smile
hidden in crinkles of  lavender’s budding hue

we’d rest, side-by-side
beneath the stars
or near a river’s bend
at the peak of a mountain or nary sea’s within
with loving eyes to look upon
my tousled eclectic ways

I want to feel the breath of
morning mists
or saline visions,
to speak of memories, mixed with dreams
and craft sandy dunes anew

I want love to
whisper softly
and fill crescendos with sublime passion,
to quiver in the freedom, a dance of eloquence

for all my wants and deepest thoughts
these same gifts,
I’d share with you.


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 carolynra7@hotmail.com or on facebook here.  




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  1. Carolyn, this is simply breathtaking in a very quiet and confident way. I'm so glad you write the way you write and I get to read and experience your words...

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    1. Tracie, how kind of you. I am truly honored by your comment and thoughts. Poetry, processing and living is incredibly full of lessons. This particular poem, took me by surprise and I'm glad it did. Much love! ~ Carolyn

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