Shloka is a freelance writer residing in India. She is a contributing author in two dozen anthologies and numerous online journals.
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10 thoughts on “”
pounding chalk erasers
all the mistakes
I have made
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. :-)
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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)
pounding chalk erasers
all the mistakes
I have made
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.
Nice one, Magyar
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!
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
No dust of imperfection
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)
No matter what we do in life there's always room for improvement, nothing is ever perfect.
As a fellow artist, I love this so much, Shloka. I imagined a drawing on an old style school blackboard.
marion
Pelham Parkway
between the winter trees
child's breath
tinywords 10.3 | 15 November 2010