Last night, a silent shower between my sleeps
Left damp traces on terraces and tarmac four floors below
My window pane. A slant of rain has spattered
Water-pearls in gravid globules on the glass.
The pink iridescence of dawn has touched some beads
Still clinging to the balustrade, as if balancing
Two ways to vanish: evaporate or fall.
Transience is art when beheld, not as a Still Life, but
As a way of being and becoming, an everlasting dynamic
Of wind and cloud beyond our aesthetics.
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2014, Mysore
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The pink iridescence of dawn has touched some beads Still clinging to the balustrade, as if balancing Two ways to vanish: evaporate or fall. The globules of water precariously balancing on the window pane have turned iridescent pearls with the touch of the slanting beams of early dawn and they might either fall or vanish in no time! Wonderful description! I liked the way you have moved from the concrete into the abstract! Yes.... transcience or change seems to be the pigment that adds beauty to life and art! A great write in depth and imagery!