...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
Yours is definitely, by far, unquestionably my most favorite blog! Keep creating, I'll keep enjoying. Bless your creative heart!
ReplyDeleteWow, Thank you! Wonderful. I'm so honored!
ReplyDeleteDale you are most awesome!!!!
ReplyDeleteAs Brenda is incredible!!!
ReplyDeleteDear Bob, blushing, hey that's so nice - thank you! Maker of thunder drums from lightning-struck trees... I am honoured, my friend.
ReplyDeleteDear 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!
ReplyDeleteJoyce, yes! and thanks!
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