October 10, 2014
By oharlem GOLD, Tallahassee, Florida
oharlem GOLD, Tallahassee, Florida
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I am not so much emotion, as flight.
a blue jay's wings fluttering in midair,
molecules of dust caught in morning light.
The crescent curve of a moon laid bare.

To Paint, To Create, To Dance, To Sing:
I am energy flowing crown to toe
and outwards, upwards, ever transforming
---- infectious fluid fire erasing woe.

The stars strain to hear, they cry out my name,
burning for the one who burns in return.
A flash of Heaven, a moment untame,
my soul is the soul for which Artists yearn.

God gives wings to man and Beauty is born,
a glimpse of Creation, vast and time worn.

The author's comments:

The title comes from the untranslatable Spanish word ‘duende’, which “climbs up inside you, from the soles of the feet.” and is often spoken in relation to art and performance.

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