She moves in chaotic circles
swirling on its tip,
she swirls in constant chaos
whirling by its lip;
The tip, the lip
stay still
She lives in medley of colors
spiraling along the edge,
she spirals in continuous medley
gyrating by its wedge;
the edge, the wedge
sojourn
She breathes in rolling waves
rising high before a fall,
she rises in flowing breath
tranquil as it stalls;
the fall, the stall
total recall
She loves with copious joy
huddling within her folds,
she huddles and copes
shuffling for strong hold;
the fold, the hold
lovingly bold
Her moves are erratic
love enigmatic
her flow is emphatic
core completely static.
credits: beautiful paintings by my lovely friend, Ayesha Wazirzada
credits: beautiful paintings by my lovely friend, Ayesha Wazirzada
2 comments:
Wow, Bela what beautiful poem and what powerful imagination. Carry on my free spirited friend. You are inspirational..you remind me of the bird that soars the sky ,looking tiny against the vast blue,letting the wind take it to new hights..
Wow, Bela what beautiful poem and what powerful imagination. Carry on my free spirited friend. You are inspirational..you remind me of the bird that soars the sky ,looking tiny against the vast blue,letting the wind take it to new hights..
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