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PHOTO CREDIT: Above photo by John Rickman Photography, San Jose, California.
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Lost and Found
By Rose Salinas
earthbound
tribulations encroach
time for dancing heavily poached
willpower and bones melt and laze
brain and body drift in a daze
control falters, steps forgotten
teachers, mentors, friends forsaken
music fades, zils rust
sequins crumble to glitter dust
limbs stiffen, fingers curl tight
knees creak, appetite takes flight
hair lack-luster in disarray
dancer's soul starts to slip away
abandoned guard, slumbering motivation
creeping reptile, this thing depression
insecurities that were run to ground
sit impatiently in lost and found
dropped dreams, numbed heart
bump back along an old-time rut
empty husk, deadened eyes
might as well be feast for flies
don't give up! rake shroud from face
no rats or rules, just survivor's race
no shining knight, white horse or favor
reality is you-not world-as your enslaver
shake off imagined manacles, get a grip
back to basics is not a long trip
artist's heart knows beauty, passion, desire
life without them... light the pyre
distant drums, intimate ayoub and beledi
listen closely, rhythmic chiffitelli
lift me from self-imposed abyss
remind me — hair shirt is all I'll miss
PHOTO CREDIT: Photo by Pixie Vision, Glendale, California. |
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About the Poet
About Rose M. Salinas, in her own words (in 2004):
Hard to believe I submitted my first poem to Shira seven years
ago. That poem, Butterflies, is still a favorite as it expresses my belly
dance beginnings. I have since performed with Karen Barbee's
Karavan Dance troupe in San Antonio, Texas, over the years and
most recently with a troupe based in Maryland. I cannot begin
to explain what this art has done for me physically, emotionally,
and spiritually. The courage it has taken me to look at myself
in the mirror and to perform on stage has blessed the rest of
my life. I finally had the courage to leave a job I hated, to
sell everything that did not fit in my car, and move from Texas
to Washington, DC. Now I have a job I love and the time to enjoy the rest
of my life. I have been able to indulge my other passions, such
as horses and painting and even make money at both. Life is good!
Other poems by Rose Salinas on this web site:
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