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Post by goldenmyst on Dec 24, 2023 9:16:25 GMT -6
Elegance In the Eye of Cartageña’s Pearl
Down from the misty mountains Where she labored Under the sign of the jaguar Beneath the jade sun Harvesting sacramental beans
Lemon sunshine streets Of Columbian citrus dreams Where native lady flowers In rainbow dyed gown And cinnamon perfume
She poses for pictures With strange American men An international diplomat Who speaks no English But knows the language Of a smile and hug For dollars from heaven
That buy tortillas and beans To be steamed on her hearth To nourish young bones Into the thickness of banyan trees That survive the hurricanes of life
As sun melts Into the dusky smoke Of Bougainvillea shadows That haunt her heart Like the distant marimba When the murmur of her children Echoes in the sueños Of her corazón
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Post by Castle Court Jester on Jan 3, 2024 2:02:12 GMT -6
This is beautiful laced with a touch of bittersweet. Beautiful in your writing and beautiful in the soul of the woman who throughout it all maintains strength through hard times and shows love and quite literally a sense of heroism through her character. Very moving piece John
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Post by goldenmyst on Jan 3, 2024 11:51:03 GMT -6
Deep gratitude my friend. This woman brought joy to those who met her. I imagined her life at home and where she might have come from picking coffee beans in the mountains of Columbia. She had a sincere and warm smile that melted my heart. My sister took the woman's picture with me and the woman made me feel completely at ease and at home in Cartagena.
John
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Post by Catlady2710 on Jan 3, 2024 13:08:16 GMT -6
I love how you told her story
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Post by goldenmyst on Jan 3, 2024 14:28:20 GMT -6
Many thanks, Cat. I can imagine her as a single mother who once picked coffee beans in the mountains until she found a better way to bring home bread by posing with Americans for keepsake pictures. This way she had more energy and time for her kids. Thanks so much. John
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