The Divine Light
Becomes colored thoughts to frame
Letters and numbers.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
I like the art photo accompanying this poem. Is it an abstract painting by Cy Twonbly? (spelling?) It looks like something he would make. Or it could be random scribbling. Abstract art is hard to pin down.// I will have to see your friend's painting at Facebook later. I like what you saw in it: Divine Light, that is, spiritual light, penetrates a human-made object: something heavenly occupies a sensory space. It's a kind of miracle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every painting give a divine feeling, removing harshness in life. A nice Haiku. Marieta.