My eyes fall on an abstract painting <br />of which my girlfriend, <br />wants to paint a series <br />that may hang in board halls <br />and offices. <br /> <br />There’s something hot and alive <br />in the background <br />that changes from golden yellow, <br />to flame orange <br />and flows into black red <br />and a green line <br />runs from the foreground <br />into the horizon. <br /> <br />With strong straight lines wood, <br />and sink plate shacks appear <br />with horizontal and vertical lines <br />and it looks like a squatter camp, <br />or the houses of a headman <br />in the country. <br /> <br /> <br />To me it looks like drums and large tin cans <br />that lies around in the front <br />and a big old TV set <br />with sitting places round it <br />and at the back, <br />there are two wooden pens <br />to keep in sheep and goats. <br /> <br />Maybe there’s red sand <br />on the one side <br />and yellow and green grass <br />for grazing on the other side, <br />but honestly I do not want to stay <br />in such a place. <br /> <br />[Reference: Abstract painting by Mandi. Look at the painting on my mabooki webpage: http: //www.mabooki.com/poems/display/1416_An_Abstract_painting.htm]<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-abstract-painting/
