This hot summer’s day,

These daffodils I sketch,

True to life initially,

Every petal captured with fidelity.

 

It is tiresome,

This attention to detail.

Shall I not interpret it,

My own inimitable way?

 

I look away from these sunny blooms,

And my labours begin anew.

Letting my myriad emotions,

Take ahold of mine.

 

Creating what I feel,

I look again, with fresh eyes.

I do not recognise what I have done.

It is my state of mind.

 

© 2021 S Phua