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

Monday, September 23, 2013

Africa - John Coltrane

Morning Spirit

As a spirit.
Shake off the bark of the ancient trees from the legs,
Animal fur from the shoulders;
Gently pick the flower petals from the lips,
And take the cloud and birds from the hair.
Open your closet and see what you’re going to wear today.

 edited by A.C.

happy birthday J.C.


Kittie Howard said...

Ahhhh, gorgeous! Hope all's going well your way, Vesna.

☆sapphire said...

I really love this poem. It is beautiful, natural, delightful, and at the same time so inspiring. I'll remember it.
Thank you so much for sharing Vesna.

☆sapphire said...

Dear Vesna,

Merry Christmas!! May your home be filled with all the joys of the season!
Looking forward to your new posts in the coming year!!

Bimbimbie said...

I've been enjoying your poetry that Zoe has been featuring alongside her art discoveries.