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The drifting petal came to ground.
The laughter chimed its perfect round.
The broken syllable was ended.
And I, so certain and so friended,
How could I cloud, or how distress,
The heaven of your unconsciousness?
from Dining-Room Tea by Rupert Brooke
10 Comments:
Is it possible for something to be visually poetic? I think so...this is. Beautiful Alex.
Agree visually poetic ... excellent warmth :)
Love your whimsical, spontaneous work. Such warm, vibrant, living colors!
You say you are a "seeker." What are you seeking?
Like the warm pastel feel to this, very pleasant to view, and the poetry fits perfectly.
Oh, I am sooo putting you in my favorites! Great illustration!!
Wow--so warm, spirirual and contemplative. Fantastic job here.
***siiiiigh*** huggy huggy
beautiful and dreamlike. I love your other illustrations and choice of quotes. Nice stuff.
Beautiful poem to go with the beautiful illustration. I love how subtle it is
Thank you all for your wonderful comments! You rock my world!
Roz: Right now I am seeking the answer to your very good question. :-)
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