She’s folding carefully and tenderly
her indigo calligraphy
the words that never will be read,
or sealed in magenta scent of roses.
the words she once had treasured
the words of daisy petals
loves me – loves me not – not – not – not
Her prussian letters are dissolving,
melting into icy water.
are written on her forehead
sentencing to loneliness
in metallic scent of inky waters.
she’s writing crimson letters on her skin.
reminding her of ravished fulvous flowers
and dress herself in rubius striations
to forget the lies in periwinkle eyes.
Today Grace invites us to write poetry at dVerse Poetics on the paintings by Sunita Khedekar. Why not use the oppurtunity to use a lot of colors in your poetry to match the colors of Sumita?
March 19, 2014