Blackboard

spilleronsheet

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…. 

  • Author: spilleronsheet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 24th, 2022 13:28
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  • JudyStella

    Exquisite use of language! I also loved the images used❤️

    • spilleronsheet

      Thanks dear Reader…I am glad you liked it….

    • Aradhya

      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!

      • spilleronsheet

        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….

      • Bella Shepard

        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.

        • spilleronsheet

          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..

        • Rozina

          Wonderful piece, so enjoyed reading your lines.

        • Neville



          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

          • spilleronsheet

            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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