Monday, September 3

Rhythm, not blues...


Thoughts took wing,
soared with the primal
music's beat.
In their minds
the dancers travelled
through the night;
wonderland
lay before their eyes
in bright dreams.



Inspired by Tess and her Mag 133

17 comments:

  1. How witty! I like the way you put yourself into their heads and changed the image. Bravo!

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  2. What a fun piece in words and in the visual!!
    Love it
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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  3. I like the mind travelling by the dancers ~ Nice twist on the painting ~

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  4. Dancing certainly takes one much father than one thought one could go. Absolutely. k.

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  5. ah yes! Wonderland ....a dreamy place indeed! and thanks for your nice comments!

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  6. Quite a refreshing take - a production, almost - on the prompt. Congratulations.

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  7. loved the more colourful image and your words...x

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  8. The colors in your image remind me of the late nineteen sixties, Jinksy. Traveling musicians back then were certainly the rage! Thank you for sharing this connection to my hippie past! =D

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  9. Im with Linda, this was shagadelic, yeah Baby !

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  10. soared with the primal - very nice!

    I would never connect the two images though, but the words work well with both.

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  11. Such a brilliant take ... powerful verse soaring high ... loved it.

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  12. I lve the imagery that takes you to the scene you are portraying and the thoughts of those you describe. Brilliant

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