Wednesday, March 17, 2010


Beauty only murmurs in my mind, it doesn't shout.
I wait here for a clear, strong signal,
Flash of vision, Bar of brilliance,
But it whispers, and it mumbles,
And I can't quite make it out.

It breaks up, starts to crackle, then it fades.
A glimpse of green and fizzy gold it shines
And melts away, it drips away,
The melody is just one note,
One rest, one line of shades.

And here I sit, with dreams of what might be,
As my mind, that idle Judas, laughs at me.


The Write Girl said...

This is a beautiful post. I like your concept of murmur. The imagery in this poem is stunning. Beautifully written.

Stan Ski said...

The mind often lets us down.

SandyCarlson said...

Genuine beauty need only murmur!

Mojo said...

The last two lines ... oh how I relate to those.

Leo said...

beauty murmurs in the mind.. ah.. certainly it does! :)

Americanising Desi said...

what tranquility!


Blowing Demands in the Air

gautami tripathy said...

I liked the end lines...

as a dirge it sucks!

Dee Martin said...

and we define it how? depends on the state of our idle mind at the moment. Loved this!