At the Red signal
(Art and Poetry Inspired from my 'clicked on the way' photography series)
Where darkness and life meet
her insignificant story she pens
The dirt beneath her feet
Will it find the water to cleanse?
Window to window she goes
With a face impassive and cold
A fairy lost in remorse
In smoke her innocence sold
As i wait at the signal, I sigh
The usual traffic is dead
The potholes ahead, the dark sky
She moves on, again green from red...
You have so much talent!
...I like the collage a lot!ReplyDelete
This is so lovely. Thank you for sharing this beautiful art. Have a wonderful day.ReplyDelete
You captured the moment and unseen tears of her in your art and poem.ReplyDelete
I like the snapshot of the moment- sad facts of everyday life.ReplyDelete