Monday, October 14, 2013

Gold Dust


                                          ... he plays dulcimer on city streets / gold dust in his hair

           ... in his eyes perfect wings of being ... swans against a darkening sky

                                              



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  1. WildBillOctober 16, 2013 at 8:30 PM

    Very, very nice. Rich images in these words. This really made me think. Loved it.

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    1. Teresa EvangelineOctober 16, 2013 at 9:30 PM

      I saw a man playing dulcimer on Jackson Square in New Orleans once upon a time, and I've never forgotten...

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  2. DeeOctober 18, 2013 at 12:57 PM

    Dear Teresa, some images flee my mind quickly; some, like your man playing the dulcimer in New Orleans, are immutable. Fixed. They enter dreams and teach us. And this man gave you this wonderfully filigreed poem. Peace.

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    1. Teresa EvangelineOctober 18, 2013 at 3:54 PM

      Thank you so much for this thoughtful comment, Dee. Yes, it has remained fixed .... I'm glad I found a way to its essence.

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