Happy Ground Hog Day!
Echo’s in Time – The Dance of Life
We dance the Dance of Life,
Arms held high to the sky.
Our feet move faster and faster,
To music that only we can hear.
We start out swaying gently,
Entering our own private space.
The music in our mind
Becomes louder and louder …
more and more discordant.
The lines blur,
Fragmenting our private space.
Where there was once softness and light,
There are now dark, jagged edges.
We dance the Dance of Life,
Moving quickly to avoid these jagged edges.
We dance the Dance of Life,
Through the echo’s in time.
© February 2010 Bonnie Cehovet
On this day, I am thankful that:
* I have my entry together for the Poetry Slam.
* Not doing anything other than cleaning house yesterday worked for me!
* I can get back to my script this month.
* I am going to be able to start my query letter for my book.
* I am going to be able to start writing my Tarot book.
Blessings,
Bonnie