A china bowl
filled with salt
lies in front of me,
yet it is so empty.
I scratch my head
as the pencil's lead
scratches the sheet
flakes of dandruff
fall at my feet.
A strand of hair
falls in my view
I push it back
a time or two
and think of what
to write or do
but thoughts infinite
and words are few.
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colours thanks to Deen
ReplyDeleteif imitation is the best form of flattery...
nice one.....
ReplyDeleteyou are so sweet. i haven't visited in a few days. i will read on...
ReplyDelete"thoughts infinite
ReplyDeleteand words are few."
this is lovely. that is how i came to taking ONE word and spinning it to reveal more. it is easier than starting from infinite thoughts and trying to streamline...
Deen>> and thats why i love your work! but im lost for words very very often.. even in your poems i wouldnt know all of it, i need the dictionary around, thanks to a little french i know, i manage that part!
ReplyDeleteand , thanks aneesh
woohoo!! im happy!