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| photo of 1850's ~ courtesy of Tess Kincaid |
I trace what I see…
under my fingers
your lines vibrate
in resonance with
‘what would be if…’
so old motif,
the pattern of past times,
19 century’s hot lines,
an invention of free minds.
Read more at: Magpie Tales
cool bit of magic in tracing those lines in the first part...
ReplyDeletei try not to get caught up in what ifs...dangerous rabbit trails
the patterns of our past will tell us our future as well.
Yes, our life is pure hypothesis!
ReplyDeleteThe what ifs will always be there, just have to follow the lines made at our lair
ReplyDeletei always felt that blind people can possibly see more than most of us do... because they feel more and hear more while we are still musing over the seeable!!
ReplyDeleteLovely musings!
ReplyDeleteI like how you picked up on his blindness...so far no one else has...
ReplyDeleteI'm certainly on the same page with this.
ReplyDeleteEloquent and quite meaningful. Well done.
ReplyDeletepatterns of the past help us in the future..tracing what he sees with his fingers
ReplyDeleteAh! . . . yet another perspective - a blind man - never thought of that!
ReplyDeleteVery clever and beautifully penned ~ Eddie
Freed minds indeed, Mademoiselle Fin De Siecle , a trace "Place of Enchantment "
ReplyDeleteI had seen this on other people's blogs but had not noticed the man was blind. I liked where you went with this, particularly the first stanza.
ReplyDeleteA different angle on the prompt. Very few got that he was blind.
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