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April 17, 2015
— #NaPoWriMo, art, mandolin, music, poetry
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
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:)
Thanks very much. Your mandolin will sound sad if you play in a minor key.
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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.
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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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. 🙂
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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C’est le jour qui se lève..a new day opening its eyes…un nuevo día se abre paso..
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yes, thanks for your visit.
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