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.
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.
LikeLike
I am just writing from me probably about me…I do love myself 😉
LikeLike
Ha! Not a single thing wrong with that! 🙂
LikeLike
The artist’s brush has eternized the souls of many women…a fine verse.
LikeLike
beautiful…
lots of love,
anil
LikeLike
Thankyou xx
LikeLike
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
LikeLike
What a beautiful and perceptive comment. Thankyou so much for reading x
LikeLike
i love the art, the lines, the basket and the piles.
but truly most of all, you . . . .
LikeLike
I love you too
LikeLike
; )
LikeLike
beautiful words of an artist
LikeLike
Thankyou (and a model! hehe) i must ENJOY myself!
LikeLike
🙂
LikeLike
Great post, as always
LikeLike
Thanks Lovely x
LikeLike
I nominated this blog for an award: http://thepainterspalate.wordpress.com/2012/07/27/very-inspiring-bloggers-award/
LikeLike
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
LikeLike
Captivating!
LikeLike
Thankyou , I loVE to captivate! xx
LikeLike