Sunday, June 26, 2011

Silver-Tint Photo


...the mask was exactly what she was searching for, exactly
what she needed: a face threaded over her face,
a light threaded over her light.

You speak, and the mask begins to speak,
and the listening takes fire.

Dale Favier

                  Slipping away, between
      restraints.


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Dale's Mask slightly paraphrased, a change of pronoun

7 comments:

  1. Yours is definitely, by far, unquestionably my most favorite blog! Keep creating, I'll keep enjoying. Bless your creative heart!

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  2. Wow, Thank you! Wonderful. I'm so honored!

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  3. Dale you are most awesome!!!!

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  4. As Brenda is incredible!!!

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  5. Dear Bob, blushing, hey that's so nice - thank you! Maker of thunder drums from lightning-struck trees... I am honoured, my friend.

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  6. Dear Dale, when the artist -poet, musician, photographer- whose work has inspired or is somehow aligned with what I am trying to express approves of a piece, I am so relieved! I hope I honour your work appropriately. Your writing is brilliant, as is the pulse behind your words. Thank you!

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  7. Joyce, yes! and thanks!

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