II Confluence of Pink -Yellow bushes, in there
Await my attention and some time to spare II
II Like the negatives of an old frame
The side beams of a neighbour’s wall lie lame II
II How tempting a look, can a Venn diagram have,
When, in them, mouth-watering delicacies get their share II
II How refreshing the morning dews can be,
Not words, but a perfect picture can speak II
Assorted, disorganized, and unlabelled: they survive,
Giving me time to align my thoughts
In what order, when, how to unfold them I wonder,
For how many Wordless Wednesdays it might take!
Awesome creation...
ReplyDeletewas it wordless, Shakespeare rightly said what's there in the name when feelings flow melancholy.
ReplyDeleteWeakest LINK
priceless indeed!
ReplyDeleteLovely..
ReplyDeleteVery nice..!
ReplyDeleteI like poems that I don't fully understand
ReplyDeleteThey trigger curiosity, a sense of intrigue
One grasps but a point here, there a strand
Beckons the poet, come be part of my league!
fabulous creativity! keep posting :)
ReplyDeletei m wordless........
ReplyDeleteAwesome.
ReplyDeleteConveyed more with less words.
That's the beauty of poems... :)