Tuesday Poem – Painting on Water
drop seeps to a flat abstraction
pulled to a bloom across black-still.
Slow ripple moves to perfection
becoming whole from the inside out.
This is no Monet
squeezed pigments plastered on white
no trapped fleeting, holding still
an inimitable flash.
Here, colour-float spreads swirls
held fast by not quite meeting
capillary motion draws a slow passing
and no lasting proof of the once-hovered hue.