At first there was force and only force. Force invaded the void and tore the void apart. Only then could force begin its war on formlessness, only then could force begin to mould its forms. Force moulded form both from within and from the outside. This force could not be seen but in its works it could be known. Whatever else Creation threw its way it gave a shape and purpose from the gods. Early on there was a joie de vivre that took the lead. No one was sure enough to say that this came from the head or from the heart, but what was sure was that it crafted the most gorgeous arabesques. Form became a visual form and those with eyes could hear it everywhere. But also in the forms, concealed from all, was surplus energy, a spilling of vitality across the universe. This oomph, this zest, this liveliness, exuberance was looking for an outlet, a channel for its own dispersal -- which in the shape of form it found, and in a form we came to know as dance. This was the Dance of Life. It would become both form and force, and as such was the most contagious thing on earth. The lesser forces moulding form from the outside, forces such as wind, were blown away by it. It gathered up all that was loose and wayward and sewed it back into its masterpiece. The dancer's tresses now were part and parcel of the dancer's form. Her energy flowed on and was the most delightful thing on earth -- until its even more delightful child was born: the love that knitted man into the grand design.
The image is a paper cut-out by Matisse entitled Blue Nude with Flowing Hair
..it was like you're writing about a passionate performer of art but in a rather theoretical approach... i think in some ways i could agree to you about the connection of force to forms... it's really interesting to note how this poem of yours circled under science table but end its way to that religious-like feel... wonderful read...smiles...
Excellent poem. Yes, strength and how the dance of life ...
I wonder whether scissors or a skilful scalpel created these flowing lines? Wish I'd been the force behind either!
Wonderful poem.. It builds and builds, like a creation story, and ends energetically with the wonderful dance of life!
Skillfully written Dave - true art from the mind and pen.
It would be a wonderful thing if we all retained this energy, this zest for life and love conquered all.
Force and forms,a lethal combination. More so with the beautiful art form which is most enticing! Wonderful flow in your verse,and a sensuous dance routine. Great take,Dave!
That form looks very much like a dancing hare to me Dave - beautiful.
I am amazed at what can create from prompts and the things that inspire you. Another stunner Dave!
i think i am more force than form...smiles...def an interesting approach to the creative...i agree with kelvin on the science and religeon tones in this...really cool write dave...
This poem reminds me of the force of creation itself.
It moves and weaves it's way through the mind like a rhythmic dance of life...is neither form nor thought...but a skilful combination of both!
Absolutely brilliant work, Dave.
Very well done :)
What a great tone and rhythm. Such a natural and gentle solemnity.
I also imagine how the creation was done, invisible energy which changed into some form. And I thought that originally dancing was dedicated to Gods in Japan.
A fine piece of ekphrasis here, Dave. Matisse and you in concert!
Thanks so much for a fascinating comment. I particularly enjoyed your brilliant final observation:-
interesting to note how this poem of yours circled under science table but end its way to that religious-like feel.
Much appreciate this. Thanks.
Scissors. Definitely scissors. He was the original scissor man!
Thank you for this very generous comment. Very pleasing indeed.
Thank you so much and, yes, I agree... if only we could plug into this zest somehow!
Thanks Hank. The image suggested the flow, of course. I never cease to be amazed at the flow he achieved with such a simple act as snipping paper shapes!
The Weaver of Grass
I think I see it! Well spotted, indeed!
Thanks Carl. Alway good to have your reaction.
I'm not sure what I am vis-à-vis form and force. I don't seem to have a lot of either these days.
A really munificent response, which is very much valued. Thank you for it.
Thank you. I really appreciate this.
Thanks. You couldn't have said anything more pleasing.
More than wonderful. I feel reading this how I feel when looking at the Matisse. You put it in words, harder I feel.
I would love to know what inspired you to write it.
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