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 . . .

Thursday, April 15, 2010


She's retreating
as far back as she can
is where she is going to hide her heart
surface blur and glaze
confused and questioning
slippery serpent's tongue
her defense against broken promises.

(you may recognize this model?)