Archived Proofs

L  I  S  T  E  N  I  N  G…

With an incessant patience

nothing appears.

B  U  T    T  H  E  N    A    S  P  I  L  L…

. . . . .

A sweetness of colour

with traces of ablution

ignites a perfumed air.

Polished tones of inquisitiveness loosen

as a vision, teeming with virtuosity, inflects;

immaculate whites,

ripe wines, satiny yellows,

and generous weights of

forest green and black.

A    F  L  O  W  E  R

Its fragile tips lain open,

its palpable centre of identity exposed.

Another world commencing,

exquisitely coming into view,

in its own indigenous way.

. . . . .

It is what I yearn to paint,

pursuing the bold notes

of its petal-soft language.