“Shapes of all Sorts and Sizes, great and small,
That stood along the floor and by the wall;
And some loquacious Vessels were; and some
Listen’d perhaps, but never talk’d at all.”
Rubaiyat
A tattered faded fragment of brown suede
with Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
impressed in letters of gold.
The vestige barely clings
to the printed pages
for which it served as sheath.
Breathe lightly lest it float away.
The moving finger writes
and having writ moves on.
In its age-worn state
this relic is more eloquent
than the words inside
which hold intact its soul.
Erika Bizzarri 
I love the way you breathe life into what can appear to be inanimate objects. For me, the key word in this piece is “eloquent.” The last four lines are requiring a lot of thought. There’s surely a lot more going on than a description of an old classic. The power of words to sustain a soul? Legacy? The richness of even a tattered relic made more evocative by its imperfection?
This is going to require more thinking, and not of the type that you favor. I can already hear you saying. “There she goes again….” But I know you will forgive me.💚✍️
Envoyé de mon Di-Phone
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What an enthralling combination of poetry, photography and recording! I’m with your first respondent, Diane Joy Charley, on this: there’s certainly eloquence but there’s more, there’s a lot going on here. I love it.
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