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Painted
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Mary Ellen Quire
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Inside the frame, a wooden grain, a woman sits.
Her cheek resting lightly on a delicate hand.
Her cherub lips forming a silent smile
As azure eyes dream of past lives.
An essence created by gentle strokes,
No form of clay could do her justice.
The whisper of spirit deep within her.
Her sky, always at the mercy of God.
She exists where east meets west,
Feeding on days gone by,
Swallowing time
As painted flesh sings an eternal song.
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| Reviewed by Joyce Bowling |
4/22/2007 |
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Great combination your poem is excellent and the illustration compliments it well! Feeding on days gone by...powerful line. Enjoyed this much. Have a great Sunday!
Blessings from Kentucky,
Joyce Bowling |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
4/11/2007 |
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Excellent package!!
Love Tinka |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
4/10/2007 |
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Cute picture, she looks so deep in thought. Thanks!
Be safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by d. krusky |
4/10/2007 |
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excellent write, I found the line "she exsits where east meets west" almost like a gathering up of her existance. Very well done. I like the art work. Did you do that? Enquiring minds want to know....Smiles.
Dorothy |
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| Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten |
4/10/2007 |
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Intriguing and quite imaginative..."Feeding on days gone by..." I love this line!
Enjoyed your "Painted" gift! :)
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~ |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
4/10/2007 |
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Love it, especially the line "Feeding on days gone by" very real in context.
Fee |
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