The Secret Prose of a Paintbrush
the breath of whispers
the quiet dance
of memory
a bed of broken poetry
and the scent of secrets
stories, colors, music
the dust of stars
quickening into spells
paintings are born
inside each lonely brush
s w i m m i n g
in the color-rush
of a
dreaming palette
The wisdom keepers begin again...
sweeping the music
into sounds
taking the formless
into form
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rustic beauty woven
from
the Invisible
and into
the Infinite
Language
of
L i g h t
*
Where Dreams of Creation
B E C O M E
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Magic Prose~ Victoria Pettella
Enchanting the Invisible
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What secrets are waiting for you?
What stories are carried in the strand of a paintbrush?
Can you hear them whisper?
I Do.
12 comments:
Ah yes, the carry the stories but they don't hoard them - how I love to read the tales they share :)
Wonderful post full of magic...
WrightStuff
Yay..thankyou!! thanks for adding your sparkle here..
Gorgeous pictures of the pain brushes, and your words truly transforming them!
Icy BC
Yay..thankyou..you are such a shining star!
Much appreciation!
What a wonderful post. I was reminded of Frida's paint brushes with this divine post. I never really thought of looking at my brushes like this and now I have to. Wow, I loved this post and now I feel closer to my paint brushes. Thanks for sharing this.Have a great week.
~you are a breath of fresh air wafting through the window you words lingering for all to hear feel and absorb...visiting is always a bright light in my day...warm wishes and brightest blessings~
faerwillow
Thankyou!! HUgs..for such beautiful words! you are a shining star!Ditto..same to you!
Gloria
Yay..thankyou Gloria..glad you enjoyed it!
I love all the beautiful swirling colors they hold.
blogsoupdiva
wonderful...so appreciated! Happy you enjoyed it!
I do hear them whispering to me...
Theresa
Faerie Moon Creations
Yay..glad you hear the whispers too!
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