
I whisper goodbye
As your hands grow cold in mine
An unfinished list
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.
March 14, 2021 at 3:15 pm
Poignant poem and lovely photo!
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March 15, 2021 at 8:11 am
Hope you have found consolation in distilling high art from grief.
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March 15, 2021 at 9:14 am
Thank you Mellow. It seems to be the only place I find it these days.
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March 21, 2021 at 2:07 pm
Thank you Brad
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