A Drop Of White Paint


First,A languorous slide off the tip of the paint brush

And then a fall into my glass.
Now it uncoils itself
To writhe down the clear water

Unable to stand the slow descent,
I pull the glass closer
Thoughts unstirred dissolve with the drop
In liquid clouds that rise
Till the bottom of the glass
Is curtained by a mellow whiteness. 


(written in 2007)

http://englishliterarysocietyssc.blogspot.com/2008/10/drop-of-white-paint.html

Comments

Rambler said…
very nice one, I read this poem thrice and everytime I looked at differant things the white paint and water could be.
Asha Kurien said…
WOW!thank u!
this comment has come in just at the time when i had lost all incentive to blog anymore...

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