Friday, 20 August 2010


She makes a shape organic;
Whether granite
Or synthetic
She abets the living process
With a root
Or suit of colours meant to liven.

And she widens the horizon
Of what’s possible
With canvas
And acrylic and the bits
That other people
Would leave in the street.

She creates a synthesis of what is
And isn’t given;
Taking forms
Distinctly hers and turning
Them to represent
Your deepest unknown wishes.

And she never misses the connection
Between cause and effect;
And what’s next
Only she knows when set
Before a virgin space
To generate new life upon.

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