I reshare this short poem by a young author from India, Rupali Jeganathan, because I’m sure that Ariel would have liked it as much as me. In fact, it’s been a long time since I last read a short poem as beautiful and inspired as this one.
If you like it, you may read another very fine work by this poet (“Rules of Beauty“) in my own blog: INVISIBLE FORMS. And many more on Rupali’s blog on WP.
Today, I mixed
A bit of
Your memories
With the watercolours
And painted
Poetry
On the walls-
No one knows
Why the walls
Glow
At night.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
This makes no sense, but okay.
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Interesting….I can understand it to a point……it does present a creative view…….
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Thank you very much, John !
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Anytime!!!!
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I get a feeling with no words to describe from this, such as from the phrase “Colours of the wind”, and the song, “try and paint the colours of the wind”. Thank you, phral !
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You’re always dearly welcome , phral ! Take care of yourself
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