The Artist’s Model

 

a flower

on her shoulder

in black

and in white,

her soul twines

beneath

sun

magnified…

There are birds

in a circle

that swoop to a call

from deep

in the loop

surpassing it all…

The conscious sky beats

to time

engaged

in a frenzy of sweet

inner chime

on the stage….

Pools of light

hold her heart,

soft on your eye

keeping exquisite, forever alive.

 

 

Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

20 thoughts on “The Artist’s Model

  1. Absolutely wonderful. She must have been pretty awesome to warrant a poem and a painting. 🙂

    I love the birds in a circle and the conscious sky. Oh my.

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  2. sometimes a muse allows what we have inside to become focused and we strengthen this by creative prose.Thank you for reminding us that we think what we feel and we feel what we choose to feel inside.Thanks for the joy and beauty

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    1. Thankyou very much, it is lovely to be considered worthy of an award. x You will find a link to your site now permanently placed on my 7 things about me page.
      have great weekend xx

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