She dances

 And she dances,

her heart beating to the sound of the waves of the sea

And she sings,

to the song of the skies and the sea

And she smiles,

her eyes like sparkling sea shells 

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 Untitled I

I shall dip deep, dive in

brushing off

strokes, smooth, choppy,

slapping, stirring, mixing

colours painting

picturing images

creating afresh,

anew

the joy,

the movement,

the inspirations,

the work,

the looking, the doing, 

life in colours

pastels, oil, 

bold, blurry,

 bright and strong.

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Open to possibilities

surge of ideas

the picture in front

forming

yet, dissolving

and then, a stronger image

of something unravelling,

unfolding,

as the dawn from east,

as the first breeze,

as the first birdsong,

as the first taste,

as the morning fresh,

new and ready.

The dreaming

 Of vast open skies,

the blues, the hues,

cerulean, cobalt, aquamarine,

white for foam and green,

shades of the new palette,

titanium white, clouds, ochre sun.

Mist and winds will blow,

through open landscapes will go,

chiming clock, bells and tower.

Lighthouse, wharfs, pleasant bower,

peaceful bay, steps down the water,

horizon sunset reaching the harbour.

The lengths, the widths, the air

the space, the breath, the fair,

playful town of freedom, 

the adventure awaiting,

a fresh new canvas from

which a new painting.