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Doris Bezio


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He who does not see God in the next person he meets, need look no further.          
                                                                                                     –GANDHI

In a blue baseball cap, you wheeled through the crowd, 
with a child's excitement, a wide, joyous smile.

You touched the woodcarvings, examined paintings,
talked with artists on that hot, sunny day.
 
Then you stopped at a photographer's booth,
noticing the tall, dark man,
heavy dreadlocks halfway down his back,
wearing pink cotton pants, fuchsia sash.
Every movement had charismatic grace.
His name was Emerson.
 
His pictures drew you in, held you.
Then you began to cry.
You apologized, but tears continued
as you saw the world in tones of sepia,
vibrant blues, purples, reds,
children in rags, grizzled old men,
Buddhist monks, mothers holding babies.
They were from Thailand, Tibet, India, China,
places you would never see
except through the eyes of this young man
who captured the beauty of each human moment.
 
You took his large hands in yours
as you struggled to express your feelings.
He picked out a photograph of a man,
his bearded face lined with years,
captioned with a quote from Gandhi,
and placed it in your hands.


© by Doris Bezio.
Used with the author’s permission.

 
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Doris Bezio is a poet and abstract artist. She believes that the same love of color, light and images are reflected in both of these creative expressions. A resident of De Pere, Wisconsin, Doris has been published in Verse & Visions, The Wisconsin Poets' Calendars, Fox Cry, Rag Mag, and Inspired Times, among others, and is compiling her poetry into a book to include her paintings.


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mma:
You are a true storyteller and weaver, My Friend! Bringing to visual life the interconnectedness all around us!
Posted 07/02/2013 08:15 AM
Bobbie Krinsky:
Doris, You knock me out, lady. You are such a fine writer! In this poem, you paint with words that are -- without one adjective -- so spare but so vivid and immediate and moving, I am wowed! Love u , Bobbie [Krinsky]
Posted 10/11/2012 10:06 PM
Elaine Dougovito:
Wow, I was right there with him. Elaine
Posted 10/10/2012 07:18 PM
Jo:
You captured it Doris. A moment that shines. Thank you.
Posted 10/02/2012 07:42 PM
Wilda Morris:
Beautiful, Doris. Gandhi himself would appreciate it!
Posted 10/02/2012 01:48 PM
dave:
To see, to feel, to touch, to taste, to smell...we write through our senses. Live through our senses. What a beautiful example of all that poetry can be. Thanks Ms. Bezio dwhitehead
Posted 10/02/2012 11:44 AM
transitions:
I could see it all happening through your poem, a word picture extraordinaire... I loved it; thank you so much. Judy
Posted 10/02/2012 11:09 AM
Ralph Murre:
Awwww, Doris, y'made my day.
Posted 10/02/2012 11:07 AM
CamilleBalla:
What wonderful images of communication throught the arts--a God-moment. Beautifully written. Thank you.
Posted 10/02/2012 09:56 AM
pwax:
Bravo, Doris! You've captured a beautiful moment and made us see it. Phyllis
Posted 10/02/2012 09:46 AM
tiddles:
The power of the arts to make connections--his photographs, your words. Well done, Doris. Marilyn Zelke Windau
Posted 10/02/2012 09:06 AM
dotief@comcast.net:
How wonderful! Very moving and well rendered!
Posted 10/02/2012 07:54 AM
Katrina:
Full of wonder.
Posted 10/02/2012 07:38 AM
mimi:
a beautiful moment and a beautiful poem, Doris, thanks... Sharon Auberle
Posted 10/02/2012 07:33 AM
Catharine :
A beautiful poem. Thank you!
Posted 10/02/2012 07:05 AM
LisaV:
Lovely poem, Doris!
Posted 10/02/2012 06:55 AM


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