In your Art, I hear whispers... words
Linking worlds, born of another ear.
Gentle sighs, awed by the image,
Eyes widening, stretching to tear,
Brushed images on wings of birds.
Hues darken upon the shore's sand,
Waves play high to hear the music.
Standing before, standing after...
As the seagull floats majestic,
Does the ship come home to land.
Gentle sighs, awed by the image,
Standing before, standing after...
In your Art, I hear whispers... words
Linking worlds, born of another ear.
Petrina Lesko
July 2011
This week's Poetry Potluck topic is Painting Whispers. It was to see what art inspires in each of us, allowing the whispers heard and felt to flow through our words. This is my entry for this week's Potluck over at Jingle Poetry. Hope you all enjoy my interpretation of the whispers.
17 comments:
Your whispers are lovely. Thank you.
Your poetry is always so nice and the whisper poem is lovely.
dreamy whispers, love the imagery.
These words whisper music to me, that's for sure! I especially like the first stanza... so beautiful!
how lovely! this was beautiful... can't wait to read more of your 'art'
Thanks for stopping by my blog! Lovely poems and pictures here!
"Waves play high to hear the music." - what a delightful line!
A beautiful flow of words and images conjured up..In your Art, I hear whispers...perfect!
Quite captivating, this. Very much enjoyed it
Beautiful poem, laced with wonderful verbal visuals.
I love the line, "Linking world, born of another ear." Just beautiful!
I enjoyed it very much. A very smooth, rythmic peice. Lovely words used well.
Nicely rendered with searching imagery.
I loved this one. I like that it leaves wide open "who's" are we are looking at. Good job.
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Oh wow absolutely lovely!
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Powerful piece of writing
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