Painted Words

Streaks of cloud
stream across rhe sky
above undulating hills
veiled in purple light
with grey-green leaves
waving gently in the breeze.

Glimpses of walls
and TV antenae
on rooftop wedges
bounded by trees
shrubs
and faded fences.

The traffic stops
hesitates and accelerates
through the lights
vanishing with the day
giving way to the solemnity
and serenity of the night.

The Ever Changing Scene

Panoramas framed optically
change so rapidly
Unable to stay
even if captured and fleetingly confined
Until arriving at a vanishing point
that doesn’t exist
To be displaced momentarily
by intangible variations
Of the same pictorial theme
that disappear until replaced
As the process is infinitely repeated
leaving behind weird echoes
Like lonely words
on an empty page.