Open Poetry #32 |
Gold Dust |
Bonnie j Senior Member
since 2003-06-27
Posts 1588Ohio |
Gold Dust The hearth giving a glowing warmth within the darkened room. Candles about the room casting shadows in a flickering montage of beauty. The only sound to be heard is the sigh of the spinning wheel. A young girl sits beside the fire, fingers moving with grace and ease. She is a weaver, a weaver of fabric with the glow of gold dust and shining rainbows. She does not speak with a voice filled with words. She speaks with her fingers creating masterpieces of an intricate design. She captures your reflection in a mirror, your aura. She begins spinning, spinning, weaving her magic- Weaving her fabric with the glow of gold dust and shining rainbows. BonBon |
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EvocativeVerse2 Senior Member
since 2003-09-10
Posts 1279 |
Hey Bonnie. Love this. Why? Well to put it simply it reminds me of a friend from way back when. This is a beautiful piece. Great work. Your buddy - Kevin. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
She speaks with her fingers creating masterpieces of an intricate design. ~*~ Some do...and these creations are indeed... dusted with gold. And thank you, sweetie, for that beautiful message you left for me. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
You know this reminded me of playing with my granddaughters a game we made up with shadows, and the connection of laughter between us we get playing. I loved the poem, the idea, and weaving seems to be on quite a few poets minds these days in one way or another - found that so strange! Nice Bonnie, very light and nice read. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
BonBon -- I sure did enjoy this one -- it had a magical feel and left a smile on my face! .....jo |
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