Your words paint time still –
sun forgets to race,
earth pauses mid-stride,
moon holds her longest note,
vibrato kissing stars.
Heart hibernates,
pulse slows;
in this moment,
I am Mona Lisa,
caught in secret smile.
I am waterlily,
wetting Monet’s daubed brush.
I am
light
and shadow
and tone
and hue,
whispers under covers
and smuggled glances;
I
am
found out,
captured by lens,
immortalized by sonnet.
I
am
Loved.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Very moving.
Thanks Tim! 🙂
You truly come alive in these kind of poems, Melody. Very nice indeed.
Thanks Rob! Where a subject touches a deep nerve, it’s hard not to put your heart into it! I appreciate your encouragement…
Yup. The best art almost always comes from places too deep to truly articulate and our art, whatever that is, reaches to find that articulation.
You have such a knack for putting these things into words. Ever considered writing? 😀
Ha! Not a bad idea.
So – I can take credit for the push in that ‘new’ direction? 😀
Yes you may. Have a meaningful Lenten journey, if you’re into that sort of thing.
I haven’t ever done much, and every year I say I should have – it’s been good to remember that it’s that time of year. Maybe this is the year for something new!
; – )
This was sooooo beautiful! I was uplifted . .thank you!
Thanks Debbie! 🙂
magnificent message ! I am always blessed by your integrity ~ Deborah
Wow. I’m so honored, Deborah! 🙂
Gorgeous.
Thank you! 🙂