Monday, August 1, 2011

morning


fourteen fingers
reach out from her face

hopeful

appealing

inclined in supplication


drawing first the sun
then the sky
inwards

10 comments:

Jj Rodriguez said...

Nice post!

JJRod'z

Reya Mellicker said...

Has it turned around for you?

steven said...

hey thanks jj! steven

steven said...

it's turning reya . . . like an elephant. which is quite alright!! steven

ellen abbott said...

Beautiful picture, wonderful post.

steven said...

thankyou ellen. i'm glad to share goodness.

R. Burnett Baker said...

How lovely, the way you infuse life into the already living! Beautiful.

Steven, if only you could have seen the sky on this side of the lake at 5:30am today. Stunning blue, orange, every type and shape of cloud from the thunderstorms racing just south of us. You would have captured those images perfectly, but I only had my cell phone. I may try to post them if they capture any of the moment...

Gotta start carrying my camera...

Rick

Linda Sue said...

LOVE fourteen fingers reaching out from her face!!!

OceanoAzul.Sonhos said...

Beautiful poem painted with hope. Good week steven.
oa.s

plastic card said...

great poem. it really gteat.