I painted the door
To cover the dent
Left by the beer bottle
Meant for my head
Author: Dancing Echoes
I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. My creative outlet used to be dancing but due to injuries and age, I must now find another path. I am hoping my writing, poetry and photography can be this new path. Awards: While I am grateful and honored for the numerous nominations, I don’t have time to respond to them with the attention they deserve, so for the most part, I am an award free blog. All photographs and words are mine unless otherwise credited. © 2015-2023 Dancing Echoes ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author/owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Christy Draper with appropriate and specific direction to the original content on Dancing Echoes.
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August 2, 2015 at 8:42 am
Good thing it didn’t hit your head…
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August 2, 2015 at 2:12 pm
Lovely colors. A gross situation though.
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August 2, 2015 at 2:29 pm
That doesn’t souns so good. Beers are for drinking, not throwing and pretty heads are for kissing, not throwing beer bottles at.
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August 2, 2015 at 2:41 pm
I couldn’t agree more.
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August 2, 2015 at 9:24 pm
Glad U exited from that toxic relationship alive, and with spirit bruised but unbroken.
The post manipulates the viewer’s expectations effectively. I see the photo first as a closeup of a surface that looks good in closeup, like a lichen-covered rock or a Pollock painting. Then I start reading the poem and briefly expect something light-hearted like [House that Jack Built] or [There Was an Old Lady …]. The poem turns dark, swiftly and seamlessly. Then I revisit the photo and see the dent. Masterful.
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August 2, 2015 at 9:39 pm
This is so powerful. Your words are so powerful.
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August 2, 2015 at 9:45 pm
Thank you. It is truly my front door. I painted it to look like copper patina.
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August 2, 2015 at 9:46 pm
Thank you.
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August 4, 2015 at 7:50 am
Damn fool, he. Worse, DE.
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August 4, 2015 at 7:57 am
I got a pretty door out of it at least.
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August 4, 2015 at 7:58 am
He needed a dent in the head.
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August 4, 2015 at 7:59 am
He was a bit tortured in his own right. That is enough.
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August 4, 2015 at 9:02 am
I understand.
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