Making Meaning of my Life Through Creative Exploration and Personal Growth
a move of broken glass
black as polished leather,
burnt wood, the big shifter
that trembles steel under us,
the horizon hides above,
a curtain made of holes,
with stars around
the lost language of wind
howls of salt, tide at night.
Created for A Digital Art Challenge at Three Muses.
WWonderful, I love your mystery scenery, very impressive!Hugs Anja
Just exquisite a wonderful collage.
Beautiful art, beautiful words! Thank you so much for sharing with us here at Three Muses!
Yes, lovely art and telling words. Superb. (Love the colour palette you have chosen).
That's a very cool picture you made.
This is beautiful!!
the lost language of windhowls of salt, tide at nightOne can almost feel the sea breeze in the dark howling together with the tide movements. Great lines Stacy!Hank
wonderful, magical! xo
A beautiful take on the theme. Bravo.
Thank you for taking the time to comment, it is so appreciated. Your thoughts and critiques are always welcome! I will be by to visit your blog soon!