Cotton boll snow storm
Frosts southern field and furrow
Shimmering solstice
Song of ancestors sorrow
Blowing on the wind of change
In response to CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI: Carpe Diem Universal Jane #6 first frost
Cotton boll snow storm
Frosts southern field and furrow
Shimmering solstice
Song of ancestors sorrow
Blowing on the wind of change
In response to CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI: Carpe Diem Universal Jane #6 first frost
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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November 9, 2016 at 7:49 pm
Reblogged this on saywhatumean2say and commented:
Don’t get it exactly but it made me serene. THANK YOU.
~~dru~~
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November 9, 2016 at 7:52 pm
Thank you dru!
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November 9, 2016 at 8:22 pm
Dru, to clarify, I appreciate that you found the poem serene. I like each person to interpret photos and poems in their own way. Some facts that might explain why I wrote it are that this time of year in the Deep South the cotton is ready to pick. In low light these vast fields of cotton look like they are blanketed in snow.
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November 10, 2016 at 4:11 am
Dru, I forgot to thank you for the reblog. I am honored.
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November 10, 2016 at 3:47 pm
thanks for the memory, I used to see the cotton living in Alabama. neat to see again. The words bring a fresh and different view to it, thanks for that! Yes, lots of sorrow in the history there, but a soothing and beautiful way to speak of it. love your originality! be well, momentummikey 🙂
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November 10, 2016 at 5:03 pm
Thank you momentummikey!
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November 11, 2016 at 2:50 am
Well, I grew up on a cotton farm…. ancestors sorrows and winds of change on Nov. 9. Hmmmmm. More to this than meets the eye possibly?
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November 11, 2016 at 4:35 am
Janice, you are one smart lady. Yes indeed.
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November 17, 2016 at 6:32 pm
Very strong tanka Christy … there is some history hidden it which we try to forget.
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November 17, 2016 at 6:34 pm
Thank you Kristjaan. Yes, sadly so.
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