Format Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Format

I have a canvas filled with pixels for artwork;
Masterpiece!

My pixels are not yours
Not of roots, binaries, matrices
Nor of the differentials, logarithm, calculus!
They are not ten-eighty by nineteen-twenty
Are not sized by two K, four; six, more!

My canvas is painting of my mind
Maybe yours, his or hers!
My painting is shapeless in brain
It is made of feelings and senses!

My work is like the waves in deep sea
Like clouds when they run
At the shores where pebbles and seashells
Whisper, dance, and the birds
Look for the fish babies; tortoises.

Bristles in brush are filled with
Blood cells and of bones', milk's and love!

I see man and woman
Sperm, womb
And the pain of labour
And cries of the joy of child's life
The couple in the bed, in office, even farm
And maybe…

My painting is shapeless and endless
My canvas is too young and too old
It is large, humongous

My canvas holds the thoughts
And craze of poet…

That is why the workers of heating
Came and left
Could not do anything
-this mess is hard to move!