Saturday, 22 September 2012

White is for open-season

Multi-coloured, did someone say
with hues reserved
for love’s unbelievable
and believing eyes?
No, love is white
a fresh page canvass
where eye and word
despair and bliss
conjure their primary colours
sketch and paint and fine-line
but cannot replay
the moving heart-finger’s trace
like a Disney cartoon
in line by line and tiny curl succession
narrating the history
of journey and disintegration,
yes an open space
for colour dance and illusion
tentative footprint and perceived perfection
drawn with flourish or soft touch dab,
and unrecoverable file
at closure:
a lot of colour
between open-season white
and the white at world’s end.


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