Monday, 15 October 2012

Finger Poetry




Infinity
is a beyond-word
it’s an out-there
untouchable,
like tomorrow,
but a little this side
this today and now
is catchable
in different perfections
where imperfection
of color, line and material
play with finger and brush
thread and weave
to contest all poverties
to mark presence
to mark those
as yet untouched
constellations
made of diamond and pearl
petal and insignia
bead and pendent
butterfly wing
and memory
the perfect pageant
and frozen drumbeat
elegant vessels on perfect waters;
no,
infinities are not grasped
but their outlines
are handcraftable
with finite tenderness.  

[Inspired by the photography of Chandana Wijesinghe and published in the UNDO Section of 'The Nation']

2 comments:

  1. no,
    infinities are not grasped
    but their outlines
    are handcraftable
    with finite tenderness.

    .. Cheering you on. I am a fan of your writings and courage. Sending a prayer out to stay safe... and happy.

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