The Art Of Movement (Poem)

By Rachel Barnard

the art of movement​​ by Rachel Barnard



Under the three-dimensional art of movement,

There is a more challenging aspect

That seems to defy the mental state in its entirety.


Instead of opening your eyes

To the forces of the biological systems,

Learn how to see with your conscious.


I was built to be a figure in its most complex state

Would not be suffocating but practicing, literally; art.


The art of movement, of just about

Integrating the body into the air; the water,

Becoming a part of nature

And breaking one’s natural silence

For the language of words is fleeting.

Your last sentence is forgotten

Like the usual scenarios.


The conundrums, the concepts

Applied with the feeling of limbs

Are always remembered


And that is dance.


About The Author

Rachel Barnard’s greatest accomplishments have been eating an entire half gallon of ice cream in one sitting, winning a boot toss, and writing a novel about herself. Rachel Barnard wishes she were taller, that chocolate had no calories, and that books could be eaten after they were read. Rachel Barnard resides in the Pacific Northwest and loves to dress up, talk about writing and books, and dance. Rachel Barnard primarily writes young adult books, including Ataxia and the Ravine of Lost Dreams, At One’s Beast, and Donuts in an Empty Field (For the Love of Donuts Book 1).