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April 17, 2015 , , , ,

dawn

dawn

Mandolin trills with sad sounds of distant hills
Waltzing to tunes that copy ancient steps
Taken by ancestors then followed by custom
Hard times in remote poverty stricken hollow
Grist for the mill of class distinction and politics
Strength reserved for the fight against outside
Influences, foreign thinking, radical ideas of justice
Mountain fog and shadows crawl along the valley
Softening the view, keeping it narrow and dark

NaPoWriMo 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015

April is for poetry writing.  Join the fun by reading or contributing here.  Enjoy!!!!

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Loved the ‘Mandolin trills’ contrasting with ‘sad sounds’ – can’t get my mandolin to sound sad.
A feast of wordplay here – thank you
G:)

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graemesandford

April 17, 2015

Thanks very much. Your mandolin will sound sad if you play in a minor key.

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Pamela Morse

April 17, 2015

Again, the image and the words are a perfect match. It is like a mixture of your family tree research and the wish to be somewhere far away. Fascinating.

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Brigitte Kobi

April 18, 2015

Brigitte, you are psychic. This is about bluegrass music, and beneath it is the subtext you spotted, but I was not aware of expressing….Thanks!!!

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Pamela Morse

April 18, 2015

Better psychic that psycho. But as it seems I did not understand the depths of Blue grass music. As for the subtext: my academic studies in philosophy apparently made me see subtext where there are none or unintended ones. 🙂

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Brigitte Kobi

April 18, 2015

Such a great poem and the photo is a great fit. I love how you crafted such descriptive language… like paint for an artist’s kit

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Stevie Wilson (@LAStory)

April 18, 2015

C’est le jour qui se lève..a new day opening its eyes…un nuevo día se abre paso..

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oswaldosscrawls2012

April 19, 2015

yes, thanks for your visit.

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Pamela Morse

April 19, 2015

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