The painting


I pass
without knowing

A painting
Behind window
Enlightened
Front of me

A painting, some blood
Infected wounds
With bubbling fluid flowing
Its whispering,
A call with ambiguous expression

Hurrying, hurrying
Pass not, pass

Another city
Another window
Still same painting
Still some blood
It's corner, newborns
Landscape with scars
The ground, hollow
I couldn't understand

In the fifth world
The city number eight
Garlands of the jungle
An ambush, soft swamp
I can see the painting shiny
I can se it bright
Enlightened, shadowed
My body
My self-portrait


/Dilsewat



Poetry by Dilsewat
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Written on 2005-10-19 at 23:24

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BlueyedSoul
A most captivating read...a rhythm that denotes a chase i think....or a search...maybe of who you are....anyway i liked it very much.

~BlueyedSoul
2005-11-29


Teala
Wow--this is a very good write. It is kind of like your destiny-fate, whatever following you. There is a Stephen King story in the book "Everything's Eventual". A guy buys a painted, and it changes, and follows him---each step he takes reflects on this painting. Only it's evil character is actually after him...
2005-10-20



This text is just as burning with an inner fire as you are!
2005-10-19