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.

 

 

20 thoughts on “The Artist’s Model”

  1. 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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