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Abstract Painting
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The tricolour unfurls in all its glory,
Dancing on the free winds,
Of a blue sky just like I wish to unravel in my abstract painting.
Brushes and paints, set and ready.
I'm staring at a white wood product.
I linger in my mind for an illusion,
At least one,
But I'm like a sorcerer spilling out spoiled spells.
Unintentional silence help
In sparing me some calmness.
I think of a human figure,
But it's too tactical to be made perfect.
Then I think of the elaboration of a flower,
But disaster might be called on at the complexity of its edges.
So, all I reason is an abstraction of colours:
An attestation of the collision on a piece of paper.
But as I collide the complexity and tactility in my imagination,
Hocus-pocus begins to give meaning.
Sometimes, insanity is a beautiful thing.
Just like it is here, a clash of hues is my definition of perfection.
© Sodimu David
The tricolour unfurls in all its glory,
Dancing on the free winds,
Of a blue sky just like I wish to unravel in my abstract painting.
Brushes and paints, set and ready.
I'm staring at a white wood product.
I linger in my mind for an illusion,
At least one,
But I'm like a sorcerer spilling out spoiled spells.
Unintentional silence help
In sparing me some calmness.
I think of a human figure,
But it's too tactical to be made perfect.
Then I think of the elaboration of a flower,
But disaster might be called on at the complexity of its edges.
So, all I reason is an abstraction of colours:
An attestation of the collision on a piece of paper.
But as I collide the complexity and tactility in my imagination,
Hocus-pocus begins to give meaning.
Sometimes, insanity is a beautiful thing.
Just like it is here, a clash of hues is my definition of perfection.
© Sodimu David
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