Painting Poem
Dripping slowly, one by one
Slap, slap, slap
With their black coats on
and suitcases in their hands
They all look busy
and uninterested
Feeling completely numb to their environment
They come down one by one.
Each to their own unique place.
without a personality of their own.
Buildings with red roofs and white walls
And many windows
A beautiful view after the windows
though none of them enjoy it
because they don't have the time.
When they reach to floor, each of them will disappear
with disappointments and jobs unfinished
This is a poem describing painting named Golconda.
(Golconda by Rene Magritte)
Dripping slowly, one by one
Slap, slap, slap
With their black coats on
and suitcases in their hands
They all look busy
and uninterested
Feeling completely numb to their environment
They come down one by one.
Each to their own unique place.
without a personality of their own.
Buildings with red roofs and white walls
And many windows
A beautiful view after the windows
though none of them enjoy it
because they don't have the time.
When they reach to floor, each of them will disappear
with disappointments and jobs unfinished
This is a poem describing painting named Golconda.
(Golconda by Rene Magritte)