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.
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