Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Missing Beauty




Like thrill
from thunder
and streaks of lightening 
beauty of dried roses
and twisted thorny twigs
splendour of  
fire lit mountains 
against the cold night sky 
wish beauty visited 
me 

Not like in 
the pleasing
coo of a baby
colourful splatter
on an artist’s canvas 
exquisiteness
of a fine lady’s china 
or a well painted face 
but in decayed trees 
covered with mosses
small white flowers 
growing on a tomb
and candle melting into 
perfect beauty 
unconsciously 
where it stood


Wednesday, May 04, 2011