Begin

Amid the noise and rousing tune,
Shuffle, strut and stride,
In her silence, standing still,
Balancing her pride.
A thought begins to energize
As surface moves, a sway,
Like a ripple in a pond,
Expression starts a wave.
In between the sips and swallow
Her morning cup of trance,
She begins to scratch her thoughts,
Pen perspective's dance.
Just a thought, hidden
From a deep and buried place,
Painted with a new view,
Brushed and scratched, now traced.
As memory uncurls
The folded, layered rose,
She flowers as the lotus
Flourishes, her pose,
Visible, open, bare,
Yet, to naked eyes
Her petal's closing dance,
Truly, rare, surprise.
Her force is subtle beauty.
Silence, standing still.
The heart she sees,
Felt needing love,
Begin with need's perceive.

Raine Les 6/16/2008

Very beautiflly done! Sounds like you have alot of passion,eh?






Rod

Thank you, kind

thank you

Really liked this one
wonderful polaroid of images