Drawing and Poem
I love the artwork, but your poem is like a fever dream. I especially love the last two lines!
Thank you, it did feel like that. I appreciate your encouragement!
This poem feels like a small moment of drifting thought, almost like watching ideas move in moonlight.
I love how the “moonlit thoughts” carry both softness and a hint of self‑consciousness.
There’s something gentle in the way windows and paths seem to shift and line up for a second.
The image of a voice moving through a “flame‑infested tree” feels strange in a beautiful, dreamlike way.
It reads like someone trying to catch a feeling before it slips away.
The poem has the same quiet, hazy atmosphere that Iris Tomberg’s work often carries.
I felt that mix of calm and slight unease, like stepping into a moment that isn’t fully real.
The language moves softly, but there’s a subtle tension underneath it.
It leaves more mood than explanation, which makes it linger.
A delicate, fleeting piece that feels like a thought caught between light and shadow.
Thank you. It’s an honor to explore these in-between places with you.
The Ghost moon rising behind the hill
As daylight fades
A winter chill
Descends upon the valley
A gentle breeze
That stirs
The leaves
And signals day’s finale
The oarless boat
The pond
Afloat
Tethered to its mooring
The cottages with windows dark
Silent all
And stark
Await the morning
Behind the scene
Within
Our dream
The folk lie waiting
With crayon raised
And skill
Displayed
The artist keeps creating
And creating. Timeless.
We build and evolve. Never static.
I so love the burning bush passage, thank you, Elizabeth for this beautiful poem 🙏🏻
Thank you, Marilena 💜
I love the artwork, but your poem is like a fever dream. I especially love the last two lines!
Thank you, it did feel like that. I appreciate your encouragement!
This poem feels like a small moment of drifting thought, almost like watching ideas move in moonlight.
I love how the “moonlit thoughts” carry both softness and a hint of self‑consciousness.
There’s something gentle in the way windows and paths seem to shift and line up for a second.
The image of a voice moving through a “flame‑infested tree” feels strange in a beautiful, dreamlike way.
It reads like someone trying to catch a feeling before it slips away.
The poem has the same quiet, hazy atmosphere that Iris Tomberg’s work often carries.
I felt that mix of calm and slight unease, like stepping into a moment that isn’t fully real.
The language moves softly, but there’s a subtle tension underneath it.
It leaves more mood than explanation, which makes it linger.
A delicate, fleeting piece that feels like a thought caught between light and shadow.
Thank you. It’s an honor to explore these in-between places with you.
The Ghost moon rising behind the hill
As daylight fades
A winter chill
Descends upon the valley
A gentle breeze
That stirs
The leaves
And signals day’s finale
The oarless boat
The pond
Afloat
Tethered to its mooring
The cottages with windows dark
Silent all
And stark
Await the morning
Behind the scene
Within
Our dream
The folk lie waiting
With crayon raised
And skill
Displayed
The artist keeps creating
And creating. Timeless.
We build and evolve. Never static.
I so love the burning bush passage, thank you, Elizabeth for this beautiful poem 🙏🏻
Thank you, Marilena 💜