On blackboard
searching for words
screeching the chalks
making the marks
draws a line
on contours undefined
paintings are being made
yet what canvas to choose
and which colours to draw upon
the white canvas can’t describe
searching the expanse
the wilful words
run around
stopping the cram inside
anxious and excited
what the bird hooks upon ?
its clutches in respite
the monument dallying
the marble excavated
which sculpture shall define ?
the dream descending,
as mirage every night….
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spilleronsheet (
Offline) - Published: May 24th, 2022 13:28
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Exquisite use of language! I also loved the images used❤️
Thanks dear Reader…I am glad you liked it….
exceptional use of imagery, dear poet. absolutely stunning!
'on contours undefined
paintings are being made
yet what canvas to choose
and which colours to draw upon
the white canvas can’t describe'
i loved these lines. truly an enchanting and delightful read, thank you!
Thank you so much dear Aradhya…your kind words really made me smile and I am glad you liked my dive into imagery. Much appreciated….
So ingenious, looking at the nature of art from the perspective of the medium. I love the way you've played with the words, what a wonderful outcome.
Thanks dear Bella…i was nervous that my words may turn vague but glad they could steer their way clearly…and you really got the feels that grasped me while writing it….Much appreciated..
Wonderful piece, so enjoyed reading your lines.
Thanks a lot dear Rozina…
I can imagine these words spilling (excuse the pun) from your pen .. or from beneath quick and blurred fingers .. and falling perfectly upon the page or the screen for which they were intended .. You are indeed good at this word game we all love so very much ........ Brava Spills .... Neville
I thought my spills were ruins…a mere blot on sheet…but to bring calmness inside, I began to write…acknowledging my emotions and chaos outside…but thanks to friend at mps and you too dear Neville, who always support me…and make me realise I am worthy and now I enjoy spilling ink on sheet…i wish i could fave your comments…it did make me smile from ear to ear….
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