Being Human

 

The wind in your hair. Tousled, feathered, fresh.

A smile kisses your lips as leaves chatter around you

The sun hides momentarily behind a cloud in reverence to your beauty.

The birds look down upon you and the flowers raise their heads to you.

Nature made you perfect and placed you in an imperfect world.

You are human, be glad you are alive.

venus-verticordia

7 thoughts on “Being Human

  1. Hey Steph

    Your verse warms sweet sentiment in your heart spilling words to tousle your quilling feather with fervour and delight…this feels like the onset of autumn’s building rush? Enjoyed, thank you 🙂

    The image: she stills offering her bountiful cornucopia in a stare to dare a lowering of one’s eyes. She knows the viewer wants to look at all of her: she points to her open breast yet pulls one’s gaze away to the orange (apple?) held in her hand. What does she ask of us I wonder as she holds her challenge to the eye?

    ‘Nature made you perfect and placed you in an imperfect world’ – this reminded me of the Don Mclean song about Van Gogh: made to too sweet for this world.

    Hoping all is jolly in the West Country. Enjoy a happy weekend.

    God Bless. Namaste 🙂

    DN

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    • Well hello again, I’m glad you enjoyed it. At this time of year the best I can manage is a few short verses. I’m presently proof reading my latest book and it’s exhausting.😉 Time for longer stories in a few weeks time.
      Hope all is well with you and yours.

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