“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.” – Leonardo da Vinci.
The words did wash like liquid oils,
across the moment’s page,
and brushed reality in strokes;
released the form once caged.
With light, deft touch and heavy fall,
poetics painted slow,
and drew the image full complete;
each letter truth bestowed.
In vibrant, rich, raw colourings,
the energy was born,
as painted, pure-form poetry;
gift through voice transformed.