Moving Pictures - Primitive Production
Bent down blue in prismatic fashion
refracted in reflection mirrored in sight
flames flicker and my mind twirls
round and round with an image seen
dancing with the flight of the flame
absorbed in defiance of the perceived sane
Primitive pictures bringing about motion
fauna at play in the peaceful meadow
the cobalt sea submerged out of focus
and imagination is left to wander about
dwelling through caves of thoughts hidden
a production of an indescribable landscape
Painting colours dipped religiously in red and white
conceive the inconceivable emerging from the light
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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