I painted a moon to look at
and gave it a wild sky to rule
then I sat down to listen
to the night blooming flowers open
rhythm upon rhythm
I painted a blackness to sleep in
and forgot myself
among the
disinterested
layers of easy paint
I painted an empty room for clouds to fly over
I painted a silence and fell to dreaming....
A great start with a nice poem, Asha. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Work of an active imagination, well articulated and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing Asha and do remain enriched.