Red Canvas Poem by Noor Ehan

Like a painter’s delight
When colors held at bay
Come diamond strung!
Through music of rapture
Slumbering thought
Is unleashed.
The canvas of mind
Turns deeper red
Absorbing, absolving
The echoes lost!
Of myriad phantoms
That mock and tease
And stare back
Constantly
Repeatedly
Surrounding the World…
A Chimera of Words
Chosen by US.
The primeval voice
The meaning of Nothing
Closes in as we advance
In weary troops
Through Conscious Time.

(Jan19,2010)