Hands Of Poet

Photo by Sabine van Straaten on Unsplash

What do we have
in these hands of po.et.ry
except for a glass of intoxication
and words making their way
from the breeze of the oak
and reflections of a rusted mirror
slipping into a sea of mind
alone with a canvas of habit
making not a poem
but another mark
on the abandoned palm lines

~

Vaishali Paliwal