Many pictures I have seen,
Few of them I like,
Few, I’m drawn to,
A display of nature in its beauty,
A depiction of colours in rhythmic run,
Writing about pictures,
I’d write about their aesthetic value,
I’d write about their unheard voices spoken in images,
I’d write about their warmth and their indifference,
The sound of green can be heard
in their rustling images,
The smell of music permeates
the air that surrounds.
Thompson I. Emate is a poet of many colours.