Joy of Words
If the words won’t come, don’t worry.
Sooner or later, they will arrive, driving
down in flurries. Think wind-driven leaves
or the soft white whisper of snaking snow.
There is a moment when all sounds cease
and you can be at one with your inner self,
there, where summer sunshine twinkles
and soft rains bring forth clarity and joy.
What are words anyway, but soap bubbles
emerging from an iron ring to rise in
child-hood’s skies, soaring, dying, around
the cloudy thrones of sun-kissed clouds.
We, their so-called creators, are left below,
building cotton-wool castles spun from air.
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The painting, animales de fondo, comes from a book by Juan Ramon Jimenez in which he describes human beings as ‘animals living at the bottom of an ocean of air’. I have tried to capture the concept both verbally and visually.
rogermoorepoet 
Very well done my friend, and I love the painting! ❤
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I did the painting first and then added all the black lines the next day when the paint had dried. A new technique for me. Alas I do not have your talent – but I love linking verbal and visual! Blessings.
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Wow Roger this is a wonderful peace…..
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Thank you – I have been silent for too long – a break of 17 days with no posts. I am back writing again now. So glad you commented and visited.
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Meant piece* ….haa it’s aloud to go quiet for a bit you come back rejuvenated
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Thank you. Much appreciated. As is your piece of peace! Blessings.
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