A water drop drizzled down From a cloud up high It has time to think In his second of falling down Free delicate and loose A heavenly swoon Keeping its breath Through the deepest blue sky Take everything in In the individual jump With delicate shimmer Of aquarist jewel And mix with history With the rest of rivers true After a century of hovering Over sheet of paper To a valley of silence Through depth of word A dazzling yes Along the whisper Of your heart Raindrop my teardrop Drizzling down
I concur with Jerry below completely Tinks
Your poetry is exhibiting new found depth and emotional appeal
And your artwork is seconding this emotion...;)
Love
Peter
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on March 9, 2006
Insightful write. love the flow of your paints!
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on March 9, 2006
Whoa! Some heavy shit, tinka, you are getting very metaphysical on us, and I like that. Like your painting.
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Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
love and peace, Carole
Felix
love it when it rains
lovely imagery
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William
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Brava!
Susan
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Paul;-)
eT
Your poetry is exhibiting new found depth and emotional appeal
And your artwork is seconding this emotion...;)
Love
Peter