Les Pensées.

Les Pensées.

I mothered a thought,
And dressed it pretty
In liquid amber,
And chrysoprase green;
sprinkled some rhythms,
And ornamented it,
With borrowed similes
And metaphors unique;
So it butterflied into
A song on my lips.

I mothered a thought
And it shrouded away,
In hues of blue
And midnight grey;
Sky-dived head first
Into that bloody sea,
Laughed and cried
kohl-smudgedly;
Brilliantly metamorphosing
Into poetry :)

Poetry by Nikita Parik.

Photo of the dusk sky from my terrace in Hindmotor.