Whispered Poem by anais vionet

'...a breeze of whispers.' I like the way things come alive in your poems. The eternal dance of veils. Mother Nature started it, because as Heraclitus says, NATURE LOVES TO HIDE (since she herself is a labyrinth) . The other half of his saying was forgotten: '...AND LOVES TO LEAP OUT OF HIDING'

I really like this one. Thanks for sharing. (And the double picture makes you twice as beautiful!)

ATTENTION! ! ! ! I now see the 'message symbol' is no longer an unlabeled envelope for us to ponder, but the word 'message' inside a 'space' shaped like a lying-down HOTDOG. I like it.

I don't see the purple? envelope today which I use to send a message to a poet. : ( self-protection? ? bri : )

(cont.) ** ALBEIT: 'Despite its being; although.' bri : )

(cont.) My wandering finger-'controlled' mouse accidentally clicked on 4 (four) stars. BUT that was a FINE choice albeit ** done by accident! !

Another 'problem' on PH is that once stars are voted, there is no way (which I know of) to changes ones vote. (cont.)