Thursday, October 05, 2006

Wish.

Wish
I was a
poet. Wish
I was an
artist,
No,
I wish I
was both, at the
same time. Wish I could
see poetry, in all its colours.
The landscape, pink coloured
skies, violet clouds, birds, words,
Wish I could sketch - dark, obscure
pensive moments from my every day
shades of grey, and it would take
a shape, if not a silhouette.Wish
I could paint the cornflower
blue tie, and the cataract
of memories, covering
my eyes, painted,
obliterated
verbally
dated.
Wish I could describe:
etch it on wood, use a scribe,
Movie, image, a m o v i iiinnnggggggg thing
an object in motion, a word turning, a thought running.
Wish I could imagine a rhyme. High, low, hidden in the line.

Wish
I could
make my
thoughts align.

Wish
I could
paint a poem.
ink colours.
fade out.
in time.

3 comments:

Loony Libberswick of Llapland said...

Thanks for dropping by :)
Corny, but wish you all the best.

Mo said...

Fizz,

What a pity! Writing "for" someone is the toughest thing to do, since all those you tie your writing on to, the ones who you think are your muses, inevitably leave. Or get busy.

Drop me a mail. Or pass me your email id.

Payal said...

n..i...c...e