The 239 Bus Ride Poems – 20170522


And so it continues

day for pallid day

the familiar route

by bus 239 bus to town

its hot tyres grind

deep paths into the

map of memories.

There’s no peace in sight

of spouse’s wars

yet the artist lives by

hope for a quiet life

in midst the Same Sea

the Same Island.

His mind a constellation

of geometrical shapes

lit up in colours.

Artist and Poet:

Their boat of creation

free floating

the blue horizon melts

flawlessly into the

Same Blue Sea.

The House of Books

emerges as a white dot

on top of the hill.

The poet has notated

his book of poems:

Twenty one days and One.

For the artist

to take his cue for his

series of paintings of love.

The longing for a space

to work in silence


like a child in the mother’s


realizing love and pain

that chases man and beast





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