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The Fiddler's Child
Contributed by
richard2
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Monday, 7th May 2012 @ 08:17:05 AM in AEST
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The Fiddler's Child
The old fiddle dreamed
On the top shelf
Far above his hands
It seemed heaven
In the dance
When his father
Played the arching bow.
With his eyes closed
His father never sang,
Yet the strings were singing
The child understood then
The world was singing
Its song floating
Forever in his mind
If he could learn the words
and learn their unheard magic,
he could fill others
As his father had filled the air,
He might give them beauty
And free the music in his soul
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Re: The Fiddler's Child
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by Lide on
Monday, 7th May 2012 @ 12:43:57 PM AEST
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| simple and beautiful poetry. :-) |
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Re: The Fiddler's Child
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by doug on
Monday, 7th May 2012 @ 03:09:51 PM AEST
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| This poem contains something akin to a beauty. It was almost magical in a way. I do love the personification of the fiddle dreaming. Very nice work , I enjoyed it very much , truly , doug |
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