the first clean brush stroke ~ on an empty white canvas ~ breaks the silent spell © Lize Bard @ https://wandererhaiku.wordpress.com/
Frédéric G. Martin
Blood-red mountains, purple clouds,
lava winds, pumice stones,
cliffs and screes, gecko thrones,
ochre lands, dust and gold,
and the path that leads to the Sea,
and the garden where fire flowers bloom,
and these swirls in the sands of time,
broken lines on the palm of my hand.
I give up on my dream of light.
I break the spell. I abandon Hope.
And I look for a place in the shade
to bury the bird found dead along
WORDS IN THE LIGHT
poems & poèmes by Frédéric G. Martin
At the TED Ideas blog, a curator and an artist show how they transformed the Mumbai setting of Slumdog Millionaire into a vibrant, community-made museum.
in our daily grind – we so often miss to see – the beauty of things © Lize Bard @ https://wandererhaiku.wordpress.com/