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.
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Sunday, July 17, 2011
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