Primaries and secondaries
Solid or textured
Give me canary
Violet, indigo, azure
Crimson, cardinal, coral
Give me canary
Violet, indigo, azure
Crimson, cardinal, coral
So too does Nature
Carve and weather
Heave and crumble
Building castles
Made of stone
There was a little breeze, a few roofed camping platforms, so we parked ourselves beneath one while the ’79 Holden Gemini baked out in the sun.
And so I forfeit
The beauty
And insight
I will never know
If the bumblebee
Could do science
What world would its textbooks see
Some works of art remain incomplete
Once the artist has let them go
They need the touch of the audience
Their insight and influence
Whether that passion be God
Or Gaia
An ideal
Or a cause
Beauty
Or love
I walk a beach at ebbing tide
And leave footprints of no consequence
Washed away in just a couple of waves