Besmeared I see
Career and countenance
On the stony contours
Of her face
Yet beads of sweet
On forehead
And yellow
Of an evasive butterfly
On finger tips
Accept it
Some colours get stronger
When you rub them off
A mud smear
On that frill of frock
How high can you fly?
Beneath the loft
of crafty styles
Lies untouched
Tiny in-erasable
foot prints
the scent of mud
and butterflies
with colour
blurred out!
Dunkin Donuts
December 7,1999
some colors get stronger when you rub them off! ! I could picture that as quite the metaphor.
stretching imagination from the colors of dunkins to butterflies and a local flavour, , , written with sound poetics
If you penned this at a Dunkin' Donuts...What could you produce in the high-class enviorment of a STARBUCKS....a re-write of the illiad & Odyssea? Excellent versing...pristine structure....strong vernacular/lexicon...Solid as Mason-rock, Rehan! ~ FjR ~ ..2008..
If you penned this at a Dunkin' Donuts...What could you produce in the high-class enviorment of a STARBUCKS....a re-write of the illiad & Odyssea? Excellent versing...pristine structure....strong vernacular/lexicon...Solid as Mason-rock, Rehan! ~ FjR ~ ..2008..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Accept it Some colours get stronger When you rub them of That was an exceptional read...bravo!