Treasure Island

Udaya R. Tennakoon


Books up on books


Color in Black, color in white
And also in different colors
Colors were brushed in minds
Respectively be hard

Printed embossed letters
In books of epigraphy
Color in black
On Space of white
Told that is black

Black white and colors
Books up on books
Being closed near by
Dialogues having intercourse
Get soaked colors of minds
Smudged

Scabrous words
Boorish colors
In a content of
In a book
Wearing a strange cover

Not get closed
And be separated
Having filed up afar
At the library of old

On a table
Books up on books
Turn pages
Marking and conflicting
And also comparing

An empty paper
A pen
A hand with five fingers
An artist

Submitted: Friday, August 24, 2012
Edited: Sunday, August 26, 2012

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