Monday, August 29, 2011

The art of Red

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

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

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


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!

Blasphemous Aesthete

Theresa Milstein said...

Bleeding rain is a nice visual with the red umbrella.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Beautiful post indeed.

Anna :o]