LOVE … because of it
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The image below is the newest entry in my poetry and graphics series
Love, Because of It.
The Love, Because of It pages illustrate Vincent and Catherine’s more intimate time together, measured in a romantic (gauzy but not overly graphic) way, accompanied by a favored poem.
More in that series can be found HERE.
I hope you enjoy this one. I was stunned when I found the poem. I thought it perfect for Vincent and Catherine and just demanded illustration.
Please come back after Winterfest! I’d love to see you here again.
IN SILENCE AND CANDLELIGHT
HOW ABOUT SILENCE
by Wendy Brown-Báez
What if we had no words?
What if the only way we could speak was with the
Expression in our eyes, arch of the eyebrow
Fingers touching
What if you came to me moving in silence
And laid beside me
With roses
What if I held your face in my hands
Like a crystal ball
Seeing the child in you, foreseeing the old man
Appreciating the fine lines
Forming around your eyes
While noting the twinkle
What if I gave myself into your hands
And there were no words to
Distract us
What if each touch was slow and distinct
If each breath formed a hum
A melody, a rhythm
And in the spaces between, only silence
What if we woke up creating patterns
Diagrams, scattered beams of light with our
Hands our legs our backs
Our breath
What if we used taste to tell each other
How much we love, how much we desire
How much we can not, how much we will
What if we swallowed truth like a holy wafer
Made from what we can know
With our blood our salt
Our bones
What if we no longer were capable of argument
Or misunderstandings
And we could only hear the way our bodies move
Toward each other and away
Like waves on a beach
Like buds opening to day
And folding at night
Like the spin of galaxies
And the journey of the moon
What if we ran out of words
What if we were unafraid to be completely silent?
IN SILENCE AND CANDLELIGHT
HOW ABOUT SILENCE
by Wendy Brown-Báez
What if we had no words?
What if the only way we could speak was with the
Expression in our eyes, arch of the eyebrow
Fingers touching
What if you came to me moving in silence
And laid beside me
With roses
What if I held your face in my hands
Like a crystal ball
Seeing the child in you, foreseeing the old man
Appreciating the fine lines
Forming around your eyes
While noting the twinkle
What if I gave myself into your hands
And there were no words to
Distract us
What if each touch was slow and distinct
If each breath formed a hum
A melody, a rhythm
And in the spaces between, only silence
What if we woke up creating patterns
Diagrams, scattered beams of light with our
Hands our legs our backs
Our breath
What if we used taste to tell each other
How much we love, how much we desire
How much we can not, how much we will
What if we swallowed truth like a holy wafer
Made from what we can know
With our blood our salt
Our bones
What if we no longer were capable of argument
Or misunderstandings
And we could only hear the way our bodies move
Toward each other and away
Like waves on a beach
Like buds opening to day
And folding at night
Like the spin of galaxies
And the journey of the moon
What if we ran out of words
What if we were unafraid to be completely silent?
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This is so beautiful, the poem and the graphic. You can feel the words and see on their faces. I am very impressed by your talent.
I’m just now seeing this comment! I’m so sorry to be so late in thanking you for … everything! Hugs, my friend!!
This is really beautiful, Carole! I love the poem and the artwork. I feel like silence is always seen as a bad thing in our culture. There is a movie called A Quite Place. It was one of the horror houses this past Halloween at Universal. I kept thinking, “Why is a quiet place so scary???” This poem says it so beautifully – silence is not something to be afraid of. :)
Rosemarie, I agree! Silence is not to be feared. So much is heard in silence that is masked otherwise. I always like hearing your thoughts on poetry and literature – I’m so sorry I’m only just now, 6 months late, seeing your message. Thank you so much for visiting and responding!