Monday, August 29, 2011

The art of Red


The air bleed, so do the rains
like some linguist steps
paving the way without any
transcription

without a drop of eloquence
as he hangs at the connoisseur’s
building with ample of colours
intersecting at one other’s
breasts.

I am a fouled fella I say
with not a mouthful
of taste, not a heavy meaning
to art. All I fancy is my artful
playing when rains bleed
near stolen gates and across
wired channels, not restrained
but walking
red.

4 comments:

Dave King said...

Very ingenious. Like it very much, especially the first stanza. Terrific that!

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

I know no art, neither am I any connoisseur of it, but rains, they create art, artists or not.
Never does the raining sunshine create such magic :)

Beautiful post!


Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete

Theresa Milstein said...

Bleeding rain is a nice visual with the red umbrella.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Beautiful post indeed.

Anna :o]