Paulette's Poems
Dernier Cri ( for the painting )
Melancholy echoes drift in cobwebs
like worn out whispers through creaky bones .
A cradle .
Once burning with life
now sits alone an empty shell.
All tired aching thoughts take flight
as rustling wings in changing season.
Caresses in the moanings witness
the last sigh.
Le dernier cri.
The last goodbye.
Paulette Grant
AUTUMN POEM for the painting Fall in Algoma
Sweet smell of rotting leaves.
Red explosions in the sun.
Yellow fires on the path.
I am drunk with autumn colors.
Dizzy with this fall infusion.
Harvest season fills my nostrils
With the richness of the earth.
Only at this time of year
does the sky take on this hue.
I cannot describe the blue
for it is bluer than a blue.
The horizon dances with sultry burnt tones
and all is softened by puffs of white
dancing in the air
as if One is exhaling in the cool chill of the coming season
Paulette Grant
For the painting ..angel of music
MUSIC IS
Music is
the language of the soul.
Deciphered by the heart.
Heaven seen in butterfly or flower.
Delightfully in songbird.
Music is
felt and richly tasted .
As we are flavored by time and emotions
in experiences and lessons.
These smiles and hugs played
from within and without
tug at our heartstrings
in flowing streams of colorful vibrations.
Music is
A bit of heaven understood.
It fills our very being
and carries us on rainbow like melodies
beyond ourselves in joy.
Paulette Grant
For the painting ..angel of strength
ANGEL OF STRENGTH
In our greatest weaknesses
Lie our strengths dormant.
As little lion cubs we are
Ignorant of our potential.
With our blessed helpers
We grow through all the veils
To our Father's throne.
Remembering in Wisdom
Our destiny.
Paulette Grant
Winter Fairy ( for the painting)
Come to me sleepy one
I will cover you
with tender kisses
under starry nights.
As feathers on your cheek
Caress you
with a downy blanket
of softness
that will melt my heart
to ice.
Paulette Grant
What Wonder for the painting Mermaid with Violin
Is this the magic
that flows to me from above?
It fills my being with wonderful vibrations
that touch my soul.
Oh that I could kiss the fingers of the one
that's filled me with such pleasure.
Summer Fairies ( for the painting )
As I gaze upon you in slumber
My being swells with waves of tenderness
and protection enough
To see you through
all depths of feelings.
We are fashioned from the same breath
and from the caverns of my blue heart
This is my pledge....
To stay with you forever
Paulette Grant
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