Sunday, August 03, 2008

A Dusting

I dust off brushes, blowing into the light
Remnants of colours swirl, slowly as a ciggies smoke
Hue lost ago, only fragments remain
Easing their way, languidly
Followed by these eyes

Up, around, drawn in to the warmth
They dance, sparkling, fluttering to and fro
I am entranced with movement
Canvas lies bare, awaiting
Brushes caress

4 comments:

  1. Once caressed the canvas
    springs to life
    Images brought
    By the mind and the eye

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  2. ooooo very nice, thank you !

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  3. as fireflies emit their love song
    with frantic moves during night

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