Words are not just words
they are kisses
on the lips of silence
that speak of your essence

Sunday, July 5, 2009


Her hair today again had a new shine. It was more red and made a different kind of frame around her face.“I’ll never finish this portrait”, he thought. He really needed the provision from this painting but he didn’t feel angry that the work was prolonging. Little Elizabeth, his daughter, brought light and warmth to the studio with her presence. One day her hair would have the color of gold, the other day the color of a young chestnut, or, like today, shine of bronze.He looked through the window and saw his wife planting purple flowers. It seemed to him like the grass around her was all blue. His heart sent colorful fireworks through his eyes.“Maybe it is time to paint what I feel, not what I see.” He thought.Then the inspiration came by itself, he didn’t have to call it.

Thank you Zoe for the Inspiration, your gentle guidance makes everything possible.
(Painting by Duy Huyhn)


zoe said...

such a beautiful story, with lovely and delicate imagery...poetry.
thank you, vesna.

J(a)-(z)z said...

Poetry is in the air. Thanks for those beautiful lines Vesna

Jean Francois said...

Poets make dreams come true.

Thank for the gift Vesna.

Sylvia said...

You brought inspiration to my day, dear Vesna. Thank you!!

Vesna said...

"If I create from the heart, nearly everything works; if from the head, almost nothing. "
Marc Chagall

Thank you my dear friends for your wonderful words, it means a lot to me.