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to play carezzando

 



is to carry sweet words
to the child asleep in the next room
and to lay them across her shoulders like a lei

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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carezzando – to play the piano in a tender manner
Chopin had the carezzando-touch

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  • campanaro silver member
    April 3

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    Nicolette,

    You have such a tenderness to your soul.
    This was beautiful and confirms just how important
    and necessary the comfort of love truly is.
    Lovely write my friend.
    Take care
    Love Peace
    campanaro


  • UDCrazyDiamond
    October 18, 2008
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    that's pretty! what's carrezzando?


  • sheltered
    October 8, 2008
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    Wham!

    the words couldn't have fit into place any better
    like a pic and a ukulele


  • adsaige
    July 17, 2008

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    beautiful! i think
    this poem inspired
    me alot; i thank you
    for such beautiful words
    and images as always.

  • grm
    July 12, 2008

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    you should hear me hammer the keys...oy!

    this piece is genuine Nicolette gentleness and heart

  • wendymolly
    June 29, 2008
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    origins of truth. truths of all.


  • SeptemberFaith
    June 26, 2008

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    This is super tender and so so sweet. I could visualize the child in the next room and a sweet melody drifting across one room to the next. That is amazing for me to have such a clear picture when you only penned a few words.

    Bravo Poet,
    Criss


  • klassy lassy
    June 20, 2008

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    Golden essence, indeed. How often that sleeping child is the child within who needs the soft assurance that he/she is cherished and safe. We have a heritage to bestow, and the idea of sleeping in a haven of flowers is about the strongest metapor I could ever imagine that life is meant to bless our dreams .


    • Nicolette gold member
      June 21, 2008
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      No wonder i love you, Karen... what a light you've placed here on this page. I simply love the way you looked at this little poem. Thank you, my friend

  • Virgoan
    June 14, 2008

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    Oh my! I like the sublime rendition of this piece.

    The imagery - I want to embrace.


    Keep sharing my friend

    HENSLEY


  • Jersene gold member
    June 10, 2008
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    soft and beautiful


  • bird at rose
    June 9, 2008

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    The most special endearing thing you can end the day with

    I am imagining a second lullaby touching to the night mirthful images here, and I haven't noticed you writing about children, but it still has the same loving quality. Your titles are always the greatest, this one flows right into your emphasis, taken in an enthralling and relaxing family time spent either using real instruments or ones they can assimilate. A beautiful remark in the beginning line as music notes that are expansive, playing even before getting to or checking the young one's bed area, with strong want.

    Long-term berceuses are from your impact in a quickie; isn't it such a gift if you surprise a close one with something combined in nature's flowers and so much more. That's what I love about time-taken lyrics soothing to falling asleep delved into the picture... the bond is like receiving such figuratively when awake.

    You took a prompt of what may be written for really simply or cliche, but you broke it as always, congratulations on gold!
    PIA-K


  • ariazephyrzoe gold member
    June 9, 2008

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    mmm...beautiful! when you're a mother...you just know how it feels cause it's indescribable...

    this is very pristine...

    i miss my daughter, she's with his dad and when i click into this, was surprised to know it's about a mother and her child


  • leander Moderators member
    June 9, 2008

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    Everything reminds me of those beautiful moments I had in those four years

  • Yvette Champ gold member
    June 8, 2008
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  • ferg silver member
    June 8, 2008

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    Tender

    This is such a loving and tender write and the intent oozes sweetly from the few but beautifully descriptive words. This leaves warm fuzzy feelings within, thank you for that.


  • Mari Goes gold member
    June 8, 2008

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    Made smile! This is oh so very tender!
    I love the way your fingers produce images when they touch the keyboard...


  • sailor ptolema
    June 7, 2008

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    brava!

    this is divine
    most worthy of gold! :


  • MayDecemberSun
    June 7, 2008
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    gorgeous.


  • marlene47 silver member
    June 7, 2008

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    Well, tears spring.
    Such a soft, tenderly loving piece! Wonderful act - to gently carry words in and lay them down, like a lei no less! I can hear this also in your musical reference, the achingly melodic strains of Chopin's Nocturnes. Thank you for your sublime entry.
    Marlene


    • Nicolette gold member
      June 8, 2008
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      Thank you, Marlene. Yes Chopin's Nocturnes or perhaps also his Berceuse


  • Namita
    June 7, 2008
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  • mayaa
    June 7, 2008

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    Oh my! How beautifully you describe the feeling.... the miracles you do with what I call your "piano pieces"... amazingly done, Nic!


  • Night Hope gold member
    June 7, 2008

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    Brilliant, beautiful brevity, saying so much, my dear Friend. Incredible penning, Sweetie. Good luck in the contest, you amazing, tender woman. Vlindertjie


  • arafura gold member
    June 7, 2008
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    Lovely...


  • apples fell
    June 6, 2008

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    I really enjoyed how the title played into the actual poem. I normally would consider that a tad cliché but you do it with a marvelous smooth feeling that keeps you caught in your embrace, like the child in the other room.

    No critiques here nicolette. You move me.

    ;


  • PageTurner
    June 6, 2008

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    I wanna play ...Sighhh






    ~ Nicky♥


  • Heart Sutra
    June 6, 2008
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    gorgeous!

    just like...


  • CarolDesjarlais silver member
    June 6, 2008

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    Now, see, this is why you are the perfect potetess!!!!!!!!!!!!! There are no words to imply such gentleness as this requires.


  • Elora Danon gold member
    June 6, 2008
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    I've missed your words


  • Balldinger silver member
    June 6, 2008

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    ...is to...

    with exquisite tenderness, charm and grace, you laced a string of word pearls with precision. well done. I learned something already today - carezzando


  • Dienush
    June 6, 2008

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    Wow, Nicolette, this is such an expressive image... soft and full of delicacy like a lullaby. I love it


  • Randomly Beautiful
    June 6, 2008
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    This is soft and lovely.


  • AJ Morelli gold member
    June 6, 2008
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    such a gently pretty write Nic



    al

  • tara wilson gold member
    June 6, 2008
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    awww....this is beautiful


  • NurseChilly gold member
    June 6, 2008

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    beautimous my friend.... has that quietude that evokes happiness when read out loud



    Gilly.xxxxxxxx


  • EvilKate
    June 6, 2008
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    And words are made divine!




  • Mad Moon silver member
    June 6, 2008

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    As tender and warm as you, dear one.
    Simply exquisite.

  • Rowan gold member
    June 6, 2008
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    amazing...


  • And Hyetal
    June 6, 2008

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    This is one of the most BEAUTIFUL quickies I have ever read. Your word choice is fabulous and it took my breath away.

    This poem is warm.

    ~Cassie


  • Cannonsfire
    June 6, 2008
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    As soft as the poet who wrote this Love, C

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