The Bonsai ponders
on implications of art;
Nesting birds seek trees
Tag Archives: Art
Once upon a poet…
Like butterflies
they don’t sit still;
They flutter by
for a fleeting moment
and move on with
indifference
Words appear,
conjuring metaphors;
Just as a poem forms
they disappear
leaving behind
vacant lines
If all art
is but self portraiture,
even the written word.
A blank sheet of paper
is the most beautiful poem
I ever wrote
[Inspired by Poetry etc.]
Untaken Words... 