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The Fiddler Plays

Updated on April 17, 2015
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Audrey is a poet, classical singer and voice teacher, recovering attorney and licensed psychotherapist.


My #17 for National Poetry Month

When the fiddler plays,

we dance the troika

plucking strings of memory

of those who came before,

opening doors we thought closed.

They grace the ground

and breathe in our stillness.

when the fiddler plays,

our roots grow wide,

until toes feel earth

pulling it up through veins

letting the ground cradle the heart once more.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015


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      Dolores Monet 2 years ago from East Coast, United States

      "When the fiddler plays our roots grow wide" I love that line. I love the show and your poem as well. I feel the movement of a people and how music can connect us to our ancestors.

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      Deb Hirt 2 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      This truly has power in the words, pulling forth the illusion to Mother Earth as well as one's heritage. Perfect.

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      Linda Crampton 3 years ago from British Columbia, Canada

      I love the idea of strings of memory. You create a lovely picture with your words.

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      Ann Carr 3 years ago from SW England

      This reminds me of one of my mother's phrases regarding the music she loved (in her case the piano); 'It makes your toes curl.'

      Wonderful, happy, lively poetry. I can hear the fiddler in the background.


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      manatita44 3 years ago from london

      A kind of Fiddler than pens exquisite words. Some 'playing' here. Peace.

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      mckbirdbks 3 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Your words reverberated with me. I see double meanings and resounding depth. And I agree with Genna, you are a 'Star' of poetry month.

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      Genna East 3 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

      Audrey, you make poetry month come alive in "every sense of the word." I loved this. :-)

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      FlourishAnyway 3 years ago from USA

      you can feel the connection in this one to those who came before

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      Ruby Jean Richert 3 years ago from Southern Illinois

      Another poem with deep roots. loved it...

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      John Hansen 3 years ago from Queensland Australia

      I love it when the fiddler plays, and this poem. Voted up.

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      Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton

      Audrey I am loving you April poetry book..daily voted awesome :)

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      Mary Craig 3 years ago from New York

      A beautiful tribute to the fiddler and the roots he evokes.

      Voted up, awesome, and beautiful.

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 3 years ago from Reno NV

      Excellent closing line. Just wonderful. Jamie

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      whonunuwho 3 years ago from United States

      A connection we have within our roots. Nicely done my friend. whonu