We spoke that day as I drove you home,
you tried in your broken English,
I in my broken Spanish.
Your poetic paintings
wordlessly move me.
Never have I
met a more
gentle
soul.
11/28/15
As promise of wish rides on sky
Hued dream-bubbles climb in her eyes--
Transforming smudged night into joy!
For Contest, nette onclaud’s 3 BY 8
Written by Norma Arana, Dec 30 2014
Visual 1
Feathers like satin, the color of gold,
That drop from her shoulders, a flight to behold.
Her cloak, like the evening which glows in between,
For when she looks at me, it can be seen.
When she moves 'round, the trees gaze in awe.
Twinkling brightly, hoping she doesn't swoop quite low.
For if she did, petals asleep would soon alight
Catching her and flinging her back into the night.
Little angel of the night sings a precious song
Which makes the bluebirds dance and croon along.
As they rock the moon which shows its face.
Watching and smiling at the angel's grace.
As she whispers of joy, going from star to star
Then gives me a kiss, blowing it from afar.
Until a golden light shoots across the sky
Waving to this angel as it passes by.
She laughs cheerfully to follow its glowing ray
Until it fades, leaving me in dreams of faraway.
In deep slumber I feel her heavenly voice,
A melody that tells me to wish, to rejoice.
Norma Arana
Whispers Of Light Contest
2/7/2014
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