'My hands have become yours' big tent poetry #17 hands

Small and delicate slender grace,

movements capture splendid forms.

trazos sauves

soft strokes

légers coups de

In clay urns buried beneath the soil.

Gliding on the surface of colours.

With the light of sky on a palette.

romolinos de colores de la mezcla

swirling colours mix

tourbillonnant mélanger les couleurs

Explode and seep into the roots.

Moments captured forever in hues.

Transform this fluid pattern permanent.

Sable hair blends and sways . . .


*many things have influenced this writing:
Death and cremation.
Being an artist.
Translation of a foreign language.
(new job and loving it!)