An empty slate..........a clear canvas
an empty goblet............a spotless beach
my life a canvas.....bereft of colour and shape...
what's not in reality...can never be...just be....not what’s to be
and I am but a mere speck in the infinite grains of sand
[This poem is one I specially requested my friend, Priya Don Gre, to offer for this feature. I have taken liberty with editing the long poem she wrote out of deep pain. I have really no right to do anything with it. But this space has limitations and I hope PD will excuse me for it. It's beautiful poetry which makes the seething pain so palpable.]
The visual is credited to J Andrieu. Model: Sophie, www.jandrieu.com
