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.
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
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
Blessings from Kentucky,
Joyce Bowling
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Be safe,
Karen
Enjoyed your "Painted" gift! :)
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
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