The Fiddler (poem) by Regis Auffray on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on October 15, 2016

SO TRUE, BUT THEN, WHEN HE PLAYS LIKE HE DOES...HE FEELS HE 'NEEDS'...NOTHING ELSE. WHAT THE 'GIFT GIVER' HAS PLACED WITHIN HIM, MUST COME OUT...IT MUST BE USED. THE FIDDLER IS HELPLESS TO STOP IT. WHETHER THOSE PASSING BY STOP OR NOT...HE IS DOING WHAT HE HAS BEEN CHOSEN/CALLED TO DO. LITTLE DOES HE KNOW HOW MUCH HIS GIFT IS HONORED AND APPRECIATED AND HOW DEEPLY HE HAS TOUCHED THE HEART OF A FINE POET...TO SPEAK OF HIM. THE FIDDLER. THANKS FOR SHARING, REGIS, SO ENJOYED. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on October 13, 2016

VERY BEAUTIFUL POEM!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOUR WORDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on October 10, 2016

I have a friend whose son can play pretty much ANY instrument he picks up. We were once up on the boardwalk and was playing and people dropped alot of money in his guitar case...we were not there to solicit money, but what the hell, if they want to give, take it...-e-

Reviewed by Emile Tubiana

Reviewed on October 9, 2016

Cher Regis,
C'est excellent !
Amicalement,
Emile

Reviewed by Clarence Prince

Reviewed on October 9, 2016

I haven't a doubt, with his fiddle, he does a fiddlers job,
whatever the weather; even if he is cold, from his spirit and soul, he plays, for he is bold!
Thanks for sharing!

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on October 9, 2016

I hope you are writing about someone you've seen rather than just to the picture. If it is a real, it is certainly quite poignant having lived in the north and felt the cold.

I remember stopping and listening to a young woman by her violin on the street in San Antonio. We made sure to put money in her box after listening to a couple of her songs while many people walked hurriedly by and didn't stop to even listen or look her way.

Ron

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

Reviewed on October 9, 2016

Nothing is more universal than music. It brings people together like nothing else can.
Michael D.

Reviewed by Jansen Estrup

Reviewed on October 9, 2016

Good on you for speaking up about the real music we need. There is so much chanted hate around (and from within) the people now. I hope he is still fiddling when we come to our senses.

Reviewed by Morgan McFinn

Reviewed on October 9, 2016

Delightful poem, Regis. Immediately reminded me of a poem by Edgar Lee Masters entitiled 'Fiddler Jones'. I think you may enjoy it.
Well done,pal.

Reviewed by neerja gandhi (Reader)

Reviewed on October 8, 2016

So...I say Thank you for the music, the song's he's singing... The joy he's bringing.....who can live without it, I ask in honesty, what would life be without song or music...
:) heh heh...lovely

Reviewed by John Herlihy

Reviewed on October 8, 2016

Music has a way of changing us and our mood. You have conveyed this beautifully in this poem. John

Reviewed by Rebecca McKeehan

Reviewed on October 8, 2016

Hauntingly lovely. An excellent, excellent write!

Rebecca

Reviewed by KJ McPhee

Reviewed on October 8, 2016

Nice! I enjoy fiddle music, too, Regis, and the song of the violin is beautiful indeed.

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on October 8, 2016

Oh, this is beautiful!! I can feel the part of himself that he gives through his music! From his gut and soul!!

Love ya!

Jane