The Angel Olivia

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The father is watching , peeking through the narrow door slat in the old Citadel Building of Benton Harbor . The walls seem like paper , the light thin , the patina dusty … yet with golden sheens they pirouette after the last poem of winter passes . Olivia dances , the Dance of Spring , the others watching as she creates her own gravity .image image image

For you dear one , Olivia … and your daddy xxx

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Music by my fellow blogging friend ,Ewian Christensen ,  a talented young artist muscician

24 thoughts on “The Angel Olivia

  1. Wonderful prose and photos. This was quite poignant:

    “The walls seem like paper , the light thin , the patina dusty … yet with golden sheens they pirouette after the last poem of winter passes ”

    Poignant in the sense that winter is gone. I suppose even though it is a barren season, it’s special to me, and though I enjoy the spring, something about there being no more snow, and no more poems to be written that match the season for another 9 months, seems sad to me. Maybe it was the words “winter passes” that got to me.

    It all reminds me of this winter-themed song:

    “Ballerina Lake”
    by Scott Matthews:

    The boat on the lake is always frozen in time.
    The winter descends as she can hear motorbikes.
    But every time, the engine always dies.
    As the wheels spin, her tears turn to ice.

    He’s been gone seven years, but still the bike remains,
    Under the frost of ballerina lake.
    Ballerina why do you dance so sad?
    You’re fulfilling the dream that he never got to see you have.

    Awakes and sleeps, only with memories,
    They kiss her every night on her head
    Like little notes of things he said to remind her
    He’s alive and well inside her body.
    But what’s a memory without a life?
    It doesn’t fill her empty side.

    In their room, she’ll reminisce behind a widow’s gaze,
    Lying on the bed imagining he’s awake.
    She’s wearing his clothes scented with all their highs,
    As the musical box is playing ballerina chimes.

    The perfect end holds a place very dear by her side.
    The motorbike revs and she can taste the ride.
    Cracks appear as she pirouettes.
    Into the lake’s tears she leapt and never came back.

    Awakes and sleeps, only with memories,
    They kiss her every night on her head
    Like little notes of things he said to remind her
    He’s alive and well inside her body.
    But what’s a memory without a life?
    It doesn’t fill her empty side.

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    1. Thank you for this beautiful song Ry , and your comment …I too was feeling sad for winters passing as so much beauty and love touched me and changed me during these past months of winter …so I went back to my photos of my grand-daughter Olivia who is a sweet blessing in our family and whose birthday is in the springtime …love xxxmeg

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  2. beautiful Meg… the photo’s are precious captures.. My own 4 year old granddaughter takes ballroom dance lessons, She loves dancing and showed me the pasodoble dance she had learnt the other week… 🙂
    Here’s to Spring let her bring a dance in all of our steps Meg xx

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      1. It would seem that many people have occasional failures of email post notifications Meg, and the only safe route appears to be double checking with whatever appears in the WP Reader – which is tedious! H ❤

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  3. Olivia is so beautiful, Meg. I have tears in my eyes. She truly is an Angel. Her eyes are just so clear and I see just how bright her Light truly is. Oh, Meg. this is just such a Heart touching post. Thank you. Love, Amy

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  4. Beautiful photos, Meg. I love the way you framed them all. I love the peeking at children gathered together, the way they are so devoted amongst themselves, focusing through purity. It is such a poignant reminder of how we are capable of being both concentrated and free at the same time. Both whole and dilute.

    Love
    Michael

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    1. Michael ….your observations are especially dear and thoughtful and I remain very grateful for your presence , you bring a deep and loving soul to my writings , one that has influenced my journey in a wondrous way , Thankyou Michael , love xxxmeg

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