She
paints
the stillness
of dusk
with her
gin-soaked
hair; she
sketches
streaks of
half-light
that cuddle
the cotton
in her pillows.
Her fingers
move on
the canvas
at speeds
set aside
for trees
to breathe
life into
psychic
plants; her
cheeks bloom
in penciled
shades as
folk songs
tiptoe behind
her tongue,
drunk on
melodies,
partially
glazed.
I wonder what we would think of ourselves if we were ignorant of the opinions that people have of us. Are we only focused on drawing reactions from those around us? Sometimes I think we obsess over it so much that we lose track of time. We find ourselves unaware of the courage and valor that we posses; ignorant of our own shortcomings. We stagnate. Inching ahead, but in a circle. Pretty soon our health and our mind give up on us. Our supporters and soothsayers too.
When we die, we turn into statistical data. Reference numbers. Shriveled up fruits on a family tree. A mere name for our great grandchildren to lackadaisically utter during family reunions. And then one fine morning, perhaps a little sunny with chances of showers later that day, someone references your existence in the known universe for the very last time. You are gone. Keyser Soze-d forever.
Thankfully, it is never too late to start living. Each of us probably out-swam 200 million others to get here. And we have one lifetime to feel good about ourselves. Sing under an actual waterfall, not your shower. Paint like you have never dreamed before. Write about that afternoon you spent with someone. Travel with your feet. And love like you want to be loved.
This little piggy was featured in an online literary magazine during their celebration of World Poetry Day in 2014.
That image wanked me …. great reflection on painterly eye… love it:
Her fingers
move on the canvas
at speeds
set aside for trees
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awww merci beaucoup. trees are the earth’s feisty toenails!
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Love the image this creates:
“She paints
the stillness
of dusk”
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thank you, ms bear! 🙂
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You put the essence of India in words. This just intensified my urge to visit. I’m a fan. 🙂
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very kind in feline-esque proportions 🙂 do come back!
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Pretty. My favorite image is light cuddling the pillows. =)
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🙂 glad you likie
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Wow! Amazing imagery and delicacy of inventive words and thoughts!
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thanks radhika. I must say, you write about such lovely, shadowy things! 🙂
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Thank you so much Christy! So glad you visited my blog! Let’s keep the poetic conversation going!
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“To infinity… and beyond!”
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😀
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Great poetry
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thanks ken!
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Meet your new admirer! Love your poems, so rhythmic!
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awwwww am honored, bhavna 🙂 🙂
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Such a lovely poem!
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🙂 thank you
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Beautiful, beautiful! Thank you for sharing 🙂
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awww the pleasure is definitely mine 🙂
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Psychic plants. YES!
Another gem. Great work!
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thank yous muchly 🙂
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beautiful
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thank you 🙂
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gin soaked hair and custard for the sky, jelly bean helloes and candy floss smiles 😊😊❤❤
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Will you also paint the sky peeking down on the daffodils? 🙂 Give me a colour too. Your friendliest colour that turns web browsers into whimsical ballroom dresses ❤
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you wants a color??? Hmmm…pecan lime pie??😄
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oh yessssses! with golden brown shades from the gingerbread crust too, please? 🙂 🙂
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psssst….are you gretel or am I hansel ?? are we following crusts or crumbs ?? 😄😄I has got to know to stay on course 😄😄
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neither hansel nor gretel 🙂 not in my cerebral vortexes. i believes crumbs lead to bakeries, as long as we have buttered croissants and hot coffee mornings, why tag the baker, I says!
No? 🙂
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aye aye kapitane…I takes it to south by south west 😄see you up there on the crows nest
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🙂 aye aye comrade see you then, cawww-cawww (but the remix version with castanets and cowbells)
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Sad but beautiful.
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Delicious words
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🙂 thanksss!
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Only few poems deserve to be read over and over. This certainly is one!
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thanks a million, john 🙂 really appreciate it!
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Ooh, I love this one – “Her cheeks bloom in penciled shades as folk songs tiptoe behind her tongue, drunk on melodies, partially glazed” My favourite line, so mesmerising 🙂
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awww merci beaucoup 🙂 ❤
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vous êtes le tres bienvenu! 🙂
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doux de vous 🙂 🙂
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Ok you must STOP writing wonderful stuff here. I am running out of adjectives to praise you. 😀
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aww shucks, sushi, as i am losing track of how to be grateful of the abundance of kindness ❤
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By posting more 😛 Hah…now you are in a Chakravyuh 😉
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And what is that, dear lady? 🙂
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Vicious circle 😛
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I googled it and found a hindi movie by that name. once i was done softly crying, i read your comment. “vicious circle” sounds so much better 🙂
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The things that float around on Google like rotting driftwood… 😛 Hahahha!
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BTW…here is the teacher thing…you would be interested in the one I have described here in the third post 😛
https://suchetabiswas.wordpress.com/2015/02/25/we-the-people-and-the-teachers-we-have-part-3/
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I’ll check it out 🙂
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Yo 😛 You would love to meet one of the teachers. Bwahaha
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Science teacher right? 🙂
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Maths 😛 I meant you would “love” to meet 😉 Forgot the double quotes. Lol!!!!!
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So officially, I would have “loved” to meet the maths one. And would love to have met the science lady 🙂
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Eggzactly comrade 😀
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oh me gosh…am blown away…she paints the stillness with dusk…waah waah…
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utter kindness, i says 🙂
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lovely poem…..wonderful imagery 🙂
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Thanks buddy!
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I read this again today. Thank you, it’s a very special poem. The painter’s gone, but the poem remains with you and with us, your followers 🙂
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Thank you shru 🙂
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