On a Painting
Hey, what are you up to?
here is a sliver of earth
between two gravid rivers ?
Swelling with milk
they quelled dyslexic lands
that dried and cried in nobody’s tongue.
they too had a fateful beat.
only it was random or circardian.
Obscurity is clarity, here and now,
of mitochondrial stuff.
inside a faceless river of black milk.
languorous flow to wet phenomenal banks.
Who would not notice
the hyperlinks dripping nectar?
like running nose, perhaps,
in a manner of speaking.
they flow into a fulfillment,
Or into wind-swept islets!
Inspiration: The Frida Kahlo Painting “ My nurse and I”
By S.Jagathsimhan Nair, 12 Aug 13
For Cyndi's contest.