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

Sunday, February 21, 2010


isn’t he just a kid
who found a box of paint
as he was running through Space?

He painted himself some friends to play
and then some toys and playgrounds.

He makes mistakes.
He makes masterpieces.

He spills the paint;
the red especially
makes the big mess.

And sometimes
he erases things and shakes the World
and makes us all afraid.


Boy with Messy Red Hands photo


zoe said...

it's a perfect poem, vesna! the feeling of the boy at play is an amazing comparison...beautiful language!

Vesna said...

thank you Zoe:) I am so grateful for your support:)

Jean Francois said...

Why do you stay up so late?

by Don Paterson

I’ll tell you, if you really want to know:
remember that day you lost two years ago
at the rockpool where you sat and played the jeweler with all those stones you’d stolen from the shore?
Most of them went dark and nothing more,
but sometimes one would blink the secret color it had locked up somewhere in its stony sleep. This is how you knew the ones to keep.

So I collect the dull things of the day
in which I see some possibility but which are dead and which have the surprise
I don’t know, and I’ve no pool to help me tell— so I look at them and look at them until
one thing makes a mirror in my eyes
then I paint it with the tear to make it bright.

This is why I sit up through the night.

zoe said...

beautiful poem, jean!

vesna, the video is perfect!! what a great addition...

Migue said...

Really nice, amazing to think about God, as a kid painting playing and shaking the world to erase and start again.

Great Veki, you made me think indeed :)

Vesna said...

I really love that poem JF, it touches my heart:
"then I paint it with the tear to make it bright." Thank you so much.
Thank you again my Zoe and Migue, I love how you undertsnad me:)

Kittie Howard said...

And sometimes
he erases things and shakes the World
and makes us all afraid.

Vesna, I love how this links to Painting the Roses Red because we can lose that fear when we think of how God is in all of us...and the Inner Child can paint . . . . Beautiful! You are soooo talented!

Vesna said...

Thank you Kitty, your comment is very inspiring and flattering for me. You lifted my spirits today:)

Zara said...

Beautiful poetry, dear Vesna! The analogy drawn between God and a playful child is an amazing advice to free our own inner child, our divine true self! Being like children -playful and passionate - I think that's the key to make truly desirable things happen!;)
Thanks for Alice, my fav!:)

Vesna said...

Oh Zara, such a nice comment, thank YOU:)