Self-Portrait With Accordion artwork in the “naive” style by artist Guido Vedovato.
We have the same
eyes, my little
friend. I sing,
and play to soothe
the poor villagers.
You cuddle up with
them, and they feel
loved. We each have
our jobs to fulfill.
http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
We just have to love that little friend and I would love to hear the other playing his accordion. My great grandfather played.
Lovely poem, Sara, thank you.
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Oh, I love this!
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Beautiful. I love this!
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I like it, a very touching poem.
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Bravo. Nice one Sarah. Good Sunday
Much❤love
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We just have to love that little friend and I would love to hear the other playing his accordion. My great grandfather played.
Lovely poem, Sara, thank you.
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Thanks, Jim!
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So precious. ❤
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Thanks, Peppermint!
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My father played the accordion to delight me and my sisters ~~~ you jogged that memory this morning!
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Oh, I’m glad I did.
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So much warmth in this. 🙂
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Thanks, wyndolynne!
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Beautiful message in this lovely poem Sara!!
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Thanks, Carrie!
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Love the calm voice, the harmony between speaker and motif…
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Thanks, Magaly!
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❤ ❤ Imagining these two traveling from village to village bringing comfort.
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Oh, I’m so glad you can see that. Thanks, Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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What a sweet poem. Both doing their job for the good of the villagers. Now if we ALL did that …..
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If only.
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Short, sweet and punchy! Thanks for sharing
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Thanks, AJ!
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