Thursday, June 22, 2017

A Final Dance Comments

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I long to walk a barefoot path again,
in the soft summer sand of a childhood creek.
I long to move silently on wet autumn leaves,
to drift in the earth tones after rain,
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Barry Middleton
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Dimitrios Galanis 26 July 2017

Reading this poem here you understand that it is the words and the icons they bring into surface which enable us to live that life we live.Without this art how would life be?

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Lyn Dath 22 June 2017

I enjoyed this poem.

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Barry Middleton 22 June 2017

Thanks Lyn, glad you liked it. The image is the actual creek where I played as a child.

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