Sunshine pours out her eyes
and loops ’round her feet.
Madness like a cur follows
at her heel – yapping and nipping
at the dirty rainbow –
stained with the laughter of an old friend –
trailing from her shoulders.
Its frayed edge unravels
leaving small puddles of memories.
Dreamless and lost.
She wanders the streets of the world,
looking into the eyes of strangers,
a bowl loudly clanging by her side –
empty but for a few smiles,
a left over piece of love.
A crow caws his hoarse song
and stars appear – like hand prints
across the faded wallpaper of the sky.
Her eyes dart about quickly –
no one is looking.
Her heavy hips sway and her blistered feet
move to the music only she can hear.
She dances softly into the twilight.
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I like the idea, but I don’t know what to critic. It’s different from your other work because of all the positive imagery. Usually you’re a tad sad :).
The stars as handprints across the wall paper line was good. The whole idea of presenting a generally negative image in a more happy vein is inspired.
Cheers
Chittz: Hey, thanks. Hm, I thought this one is very similar to my other ones, pleased to know it’s otherwise.
enjoyed reading it
Chittz: Thank you
Hey Chitra,
Just went back to my wordpress after forever and got your last comment. I don’t write much anymore, but it’s wonderful reading your page : )
Chittz: heh. I love your blog. You really should write more. For the goodness of humankind. But anyway, thank you for taking the time 🙂
Sigh.
I wish I was soft and sensitive and able to appreciate things like this. It makes for pleasant reading, but I dont feel I quite ‘get it’ .
Tell me you like to argue, and Ill be back 😛 .
Takes all kinds.. all kinds..
Chittz: hah! I shall write something politically incorrect and then invite you over!
Good to have you here though. You’re welcome back anytime 🙂
Uh, I didnt check the ‘notify me’ box, so this comment is for that.
Beautiful, Chittz! yknow i too was called chittu as a kid, weird huh :)?
Chittz: Eet ees destiny! 😀 And thank you!