It's time you got up from the roses...
What a stirring exhortation to the broken hearted to mend, and live... The language is both gorgeous and painful.
I love the way
Canopied from the light
No rain but tears; she felt
Bleach burns and chemical blisters
evokes that sense of rawness, exposure that heartbreak can bring. So beautifully written, and the artwork is equally incredible!
Thank you, Bennet. The artwork I created for another poem and then that poem went off in another direction. I was left thinking that digital art reminded me of the Lady of Shalott and voila a verse is born. That last line came about because I couldn't think of a title that didn't sound trite. The Warerhouse addition was a no brainer and just happened to compliment the last line. Funny how these things turn out. I am honoured by your words:):):)
Isn't it interesting the stairstepping that can happen with creative work... sometimes I've had a song that I write a line for... the line doesn't fit, so I leave it out of the song. Then later I end up writing a whole new song based on the misfit line! :D
It is wonderful ... and open mind and time is usually all that is needed:)