chromatic

colourpencils have always been the
love of my life. when you pick one up with
your left hand, it does not matter how many
flowers or trees you sketch

shading in the monotones punctuating every
sentence, you grasp the colourpencil, tears
and smiles swirling around in coloured carbon
grains of graphite paint a portrait

of yellow sunflowers and orange trees. the grass
is always greener in your hand. that colour that slips
out of your reach teases you just abit
before it runs away to hide behind that piece
of paper.

so nice

try jazzing and spice. jamming up the dance floor,
buttering it down - just groove to the claves
sketching out sunny beach, sparkling sea.
seagulls crooning latin like the singer swaying and
sashaying her way around with the microphone.
lazy seabreeze and sundried beach towels flip flops
stretch out to yawn.

computer speakers sing and spit bossa nova,
sunny music beach and marimbas categorised under
My Music. painted this wonderland for you, walk through it
putting a smile on your face and a spring in your step.
cha cha to the beat of the wristwatch, counting down the
seconds to midnight. and archive this picture
of pleasure into one of those shelves on the wall.

pen and paper sit on the desktop in
pensive silence. clock ticks,
clock tocks. and the bossa nova plays on.