Anonyma;

 Tinkle,

I hear that tinkling

Amidst monologues of Jim and John..

Paints, they sink over the drone;

Of this despicable solitary townscape..

   Violet,

I see that violet hyacinth;

Hidden amongst bonsai and Clive;

Paints- they melt into teary mud ponds..

Of insignificant many traces;

Along the smell of That Earth..

        Pearl,

I touch the trembling pearled rain;

Which grieving rapturous tranquility,

Leaps out at  flickering neon scatters..

In vain; I dredge the slimy molds.. 

Crunching ether

with bruised primroses;

As muffled quietude,

screeches the salvaged requiem.


P.S.~ With a lot of love and help from my beloved :)