Shiloka, such a fine thought forward, thank you!
__ You've brought me back to High School, and this student's invention of new ideas from remaining dust. 'Twas a grand preparation for my further studies by questioning that, that was.
finger marks
in this chalk board's dust
a new idea.
I immediately see snow, both through my eyes, and the eyes of Kate Bush.
Then I smell all the items of a school desk, and the great British winters thigh deep in snow for a little boy, and still managing the adventure of another day.
Perfection can be experienced as we are so transient, it appears to erase right in front of us, but it doesn't, it really doesn't. :-)
*
Another kind of dust:
an attic window sill
a wasp curls
into its own dust
Alan Summers
Woodpecker Special Issue, Extra Shuttle Issue ed. Wim Lofvers & M. Objedovic (The Netherlands, 1997); Snapshots Four (1998); Swot, arts & literature magazine, Bath Spa University (2007); Yomiuri Shimbun, Japan (published for my birthday, September 16th 2002); tinywords (2002)
January 18th, 2019 at 1:18 pm
pounding chalk erasers
all the mistakes
I have made
January 18th, 2019 at 2:13 pm
Shiloka, such a fine thought forward, thank you!
__ You've brought me back to High School, and this student's invention of new ideas from remaining dust. 'Twas a grand preparation for my further studies by questioning that, that was.
finger marks
in this chalk board's dust
a new idea.
January 18th, 2019 at 3:21 pm
Nice one, Magyar
January 18th, 2019 at 2:49 pm
eraser dust
the touch and go
of perfection
Well done, Shloka!
I'll remember this for a long time.
Though I've come to a state of mind, where I believe there is nothing as 'perfection' and beauty lies in imperfections!
January 18th, 2019 at 6:04 pm
Love this, Sholka!
long etching curves
the lead point breaks
on her navel
used in a winter imachi, The Thunder of The River, sabaki, the late John Carley, in 2011
January 18th, 2019 at 9:49 pm
No dust of imperfection
January 19th, 2019 at 4:35 am
eraser dust
the touch and go
of perfection
—SHLOKA SHANKAR
I immediately see snow, both through my eyes, and the eyes of Kate Bush.
Then I smell all the items of a school desk, and the great British winters thigh deep in snow for a little boy, and still managing the adventure of another day.
Perfection can be experienced as we are so transient, it appears to erase right in front of us, but it doesn't, it really doesn't. :-)
*
Another kind of dust:
an attic window sill
a wasp curls
into its own dust
Alan Summers
Woodpecker Special Issue, Extra Shuttle Issue ed. Wim Lofvers & M. Objedovic (The Netherlands, 1997); Snapshots Four (1998); Swot, arts & literature magazine, Bath Spa University (2007); Yomiuri Shimbun, Japan (published for my birthday, September 16th 2002); tinywords (2002)
January 25th, 2019 at 11:50 pm
No matter what we do in life there's always room for improvement, nothing is ever perfect.
January 27th, 2019 at 9:00 am
As a fellow artist, I love this so much, Shloka. I imagined a drawing on an old style school blackboard.
marion
March 17th, 2019 at 9:56 pm
Pelham Parkway
between the winter trees
child's breath
tinywords 10.3 | 15 November 2010