March 08, 2019

Silence

silence is a glimmer, 
a moonbeam's wavering light
trout in darkened rivers
a dark and sullen night

silence is a shadow,  
huddling under trees
weaving in the tall grass
shuddering in the breeze

silence is a mystery, 
frost patterns on the panes
sudden streaks of lightning, 
cloud-bursts over the plains

silence is an echo 
heard in the haze of sleep
the lulls in the bird-call
etched in a dream, deep


[a painting done after a long break. my trusty old laptop's gone, so it will take some time to fine tune the colours and lines the way I want!]

1 comment:

  1. After the first brush-stroke, the canvas assumes a life of its own; at this point, you become both governor and spectator to your own event.
    -Anonymous

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