closet-divers dive
pots-n-pan pounders clang
I strip my soul naked
dance rave rage whirl
in the face of
what can light up
the body
tear down the flesh
murder the blood
the bone
the nerves
can only quicken
animate
invigorate
the soul
the Soul
the SOUL
dances
rages
raves
whirls
rip open the shirt
that covers
the depths
beg with the lightning
paint a target
on this chest
bring me to life
© Jilly’s
Soul Poetry at dVerse. Seems appropriate that in celebration of the Spring Equinox we should have tornado warnings here in Orlando. Bring it on! This weather revives me.
Jilly's 
Goodness me. This is sensational. A Whirling Dervish of word, imagery and emotion. WoW.
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The soul is becoming free. I am glad it is such an active process.
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Stormy, stormy, stormy! And brilliant. You have freed the dervish words and painted chaos. I wondered if the weather would bring out your writing child. Glad it did!
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Painted chaos is exactly what this was.
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A perfect storm, a perfect dance… swirl you soul…
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That’s certainly wild 🙂
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A whirling dervish, like the tornadoes outside. You’re no in Kansas anymore, lol
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This is a very LIVELY soul dance. I enjoyed it. Steer clear of dancing in the tornado. Smiles.
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🙂
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No coffee. Sorry.
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Other than that, it’s a whirl of a write! 🙂🙂🙂
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Cream. Hold the sugar.
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I love the closet hiders and pot and pan bangers too. Great images to start off with. Then let it rip!
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No poems for you; one year!
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LOLOL! I’m getting the boot then?
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Yes, but only one.
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Wahaha!
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We had tornadoes up this way as well. You capture the whirling of the storm both outside and inside.
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Exactly my intent! Thank you for seeing that.
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Dance naked…. light up the soul…. put a target on his chest!! Sounds like a wild ride!
dwight
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Ha. What a fun write – love the image of painting a target on your chest – just to help lightning’s aim – love the radar image too – woo hoo indeed.
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To capture the weather and look beyond its surface…
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‘I strip my soul naked
dance rave rage whirl’
this is wild, Jill! Such freedom, movement and passion!
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The soul yearns to be free!
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A Whirling Dervish of a ride! Wonderful write, Jilly!
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Love this whirlwind of words.
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Your words are a powerhouse of brilliance. 🙂
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A SouL iS FLesH And BLooD
WiNDS PoWeReD by Force
oF A CalM EYe HuRiCaNE
GRacE WiTHiNo FeaR aS LoVE FLoWS
A WiLL Of Strength THaT iS A DancE
SonG NeVeR
EnDinG
LoVE
MoRE NoW..:)
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I love the whirling dervish feel of this – wonderful poem!
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Love the opening sounds in this, Jilly! It turns and whirls into a tornado. The poem is a blood-rush!
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