I know how to Paint,
But hard to put color the brush,
Green-
Not Green --- Red …
With every decision I put it in water to let neutral.
I set __
Let the hairs of my brush, narrow:
Every thread entangled, to shape themselves,
Flashes flickering in my mind.
I saturate the quest of my hand,
Now in blue.
Oh, now yellow is the best.
I put the gear into my blood
Puff deep air, to my air chamber,
Same again, let brush be neutral.
Some seconds, some hour
I purge even my head to an electronic screen,
Crawl there, indexed my electronic signal,
At the end
I Closed my eyes..
My brush streamlined at first, now hold his pose.
It's time to spread,
I at middle on white canvas
Let my brush to spread its all wings from the center
I finished my surreal mind,
With black Dot at middle…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. Enjoyed thoroughly.