Clouds fathom the amorphous serenity, playing eye-spy with azure sky, sulphurous summer, mercurial monsoon submerged in tranquil vistas, moon more luminous, petals lick crystal candy of dew when morning star sinks and melts like a silver dime.
The breeze uncorks fragrance decants to entrance the leaves; summer’s green blood still running in reticulate or parallel veins, verdant beginning to deliquesce, soon the tree trunks to go gnarled, knotty, naked gauzed in ambrosial pigments, on the yearning earth past a quaff of monsoon foliage ripe for pouring velvet wines, autumn pounding along the shore of time.
A pen and paper unconscious in inky cavern; tympanic membrane in slumber, a chasm drinking every wave of light, roses bustle the bushes, no words to utter, only bees, beetles, butterflies hum, melodious pirouettes of birds swell in canopies of the trees.
Pitch of poiesis elusive, words trotting beside me, I shun them lost in nothingness of thoughts, my imagination finds no reflections floating in my aquatic self; can’t find right mix of colours to paint a mindscape;
A firefly kindles far away in the woods, pale moonlight murmurs, a scent slashes stalks of hindering grasses, below the mulch found succulent images, frothy malachite reflections, glacial dreams, wink of words in hibernation.
A crack in crisp, metal click, hinges creak, a flap; flutter and freedom, inertia evaporates, resilience condenses, pollinating depths of dark, a cord snipped, a poem plops, ripples placidity of the sanctuary inside.
