Red tapestry,
the open flimsy curtain,
against which the frame
of the sash window
At the foot of our bed
where this afternoon
I lie, sleepy reading
a new verse
It pulls me under
rocks my body gently
in slumbers arms
of fragrant kisses
As brilliantly a pair
of thrushes peck
nonchalantly and then
scatter against the sky
……interesting……
….rich is the tapestry of life….
Love the visual …..there I go with red again!
It’s one of my earliest paintings for a few years back. Love live red!!!
You paint too! Uhhh silly me….67 paintings….what number is this
I’ve lost count, do you paint? I like what you did with your gravatar image…
Not a painter of pictures other than through my words. The gravatar was just a bit of playing on my iPad
Nice touch :)
Terrific pairing of poem and painting.
Thanks Elena, I find they go hand in hand, don’t you?
many many thanks,
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perfect balance, Lee , in words and painting. Both very beautiful!
groetjes, Francina
Very kind of you Francina. I see paintings and poetry as inseparable.
Groetjes,
Lee