Sunday, 12 July 2009

holiday

a feather
spirals down
stalk first,
making a silent point that needs no elaboration.

a parrot
crackles
in sunlit flight from shade to shade,
making another point that defies all argument.

palms climb jubilant.
half-moon sinks.
a peal of laughter in the public pond.

holiday.

*****

2 comments:

Balachandran V said...

The seconds needle of the clock slowly stops ticking
As I watch its last movement
Behind me, a dove flutter its wings...
Holiday is an end of a movement
And the beginning of a new...

extremity said...

hurray !