the vibrant colours of the sky
several moods from sunrise to sunset
we watch the way clouds move
the coming of a storm brings excitement
you do not find joy in the sky
seeing no beauty through cataract eyes
Tag: colours
The Canvas
a desire for colours on a canvas
squeezing paints into small & large holes
a smearing & mixing of images
chunky & smooth lashings
the insatiable desire to paint & to please herself
abandoning the delusions
clouds form within the roof
gushing & wriggling within different paints
becoming a masterpiece
Dawn
a soft summer dawn
almost perfectly moody
melting of colours
Daydream Dream
A summer dress in winter Sometimes green, sometimes black; never brown or orange. Unconventional stockings A contrast of colours that stands out; offensive to the conservatives. Elegant and controlled Walking in every nature season; odd looks fail to offend. A daydream within a dream Falling madly in love with the park bench; continuing the journey.
SPRING SCENTS between heaven and earth the colours of energy are vibrating hallucinating Springtime scents of Jasmine and green nature is a mixed mess wobbling and rolling in the grass calling to the elements ending up naked in the river alone
Sky and Sea
History in an image,
the past, present and future.
Sky colours moving,
colours swirling through us.
A story unfinished,
to rewrite the story of love.
His story moves in,
a story of the moving sea.
Sky and sea together,
you are so far away now.
Sunset Thoughts
An unused window,
head down, bum up,
working the day away.
Working long hours,
paying off a house,
a little piece we own.
We toil for those times,
sitting alone or together;
watching the sunset
pass from colours to
whatever night brings.
Modern Colours
Flashes of a ballroom
vibrant 1950s green,
black and white tiles
blood red river running
between the tiles
Never to return, or so
it seemed once
Stepping over the threshold
into childhood screams
A solitary figure with
no one to greet her
The renovations were simple,
that green colour she loved
Turning away from this
place of painful memories
Leaving behind the good and
the bad for modern colours
Colours, not Shades
Simplified as Shades,
Complexities of Colours,
Oppressed by the Shades.
No Longer Young
Soft colours play in the light,
her figure once so near to me.
Scattered sunlight plays on my heart,
and her figure vanishes from my sight.
So near to my younger skin –
now, I’m so old.
I stand in the Satie sounds –
no longer young.
C & K 