Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Cherry Blossom 01
Hum hum hum!
My hand moves nimbly and true
Spreading the lemon yellow drips of lyric on the canvas
The colour the sound of my voice
Bright yellows infused with pink reds
Spots of blue to soften the volume
Pinks are reverberated and echoed
Pulled along in the downward upward motion
Creamy yellow bursts in thick and thin glaze
Muting the crisp edges of words
Dulling the sylables
So they become a deep resonate hum
If I could find these kinds of words when our foreheads nussle . . .