Carson Tidwell Biography

In a lowly tavern, music from grand halls, echoes
through the dim torch-lit streets.
The violins hum a fetching tune
Bringing together young and old patrons
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Surrounded by groves of dark oak and evergreen.
Rusted and silent, the piano sheds like a snake.
The blue jay takes its strings to construct star-bright nests.
White-tailed squirrels sunbathe atop its peeling black lid.
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Ghost like; she dances; an ol' ballet. Each movement
measured, like notes written by Bach. The slow twirl
of her French braid unraveling, reflects above the mirror
of a violet hughed lake. Locked away under blue veils
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Hurricane sheets,
splashing cracked dishes high.
Drops of black tea staining cream carpet,
as a whirlpool of alphabet soup swirls
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When the sun's light eclipses the stars,
their violet shadows spill over
the mountain scape.
There, below, tucked between folds of earth and stone,
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