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
NOW AVAILABLE!
This book is a limited edition, and copies are hand numbered. It will NOT be available through Amazon or other distributors. You must purchase it directly from the author or from this site. It is hard-back (not the spiral bind seen
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
Blessings from Kentucky,
Joyce Bowling
Love Tinka
Be safe,
Karen
Enjoyed your "Painted" gift! :)
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Fee