by Padmini Krishnan
Her intense anger at vicious words
found form in a mix of colors
and powerful strokes
that it almost tore her canvas.
She painted in watery colors
when she remembered her lost ones.
Her canvas found pastel colors
when she paused
by the edgy hills, flowed with the
smooth stream, and became
one with nature.
Her canvas was draped in
pleasant yellow, blue navy, and pink
when she heard soft tones, caring words
and gentle comfort.
And this is what her
canvas loved the most,
If a canvas can have feelings.
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Padmini Krishnan writes haiku, poetry and short stories. Her recent work has appeared in Bleached Butterfly, Terror House Magazine, Balloon Lit. Journal and Proletaria. She blogs in https://call2read.wordpress.com/