Hues of Passion
I splash evening’s colors down the plain
A red moon flames, shimmers yet I’m not done,
While collage of stars appears in its wake
To air-brush my canvas until morn.
Not a wisp of air stirs the day’s pause
These fingers stroking from mild to wild
Mauve, then blue.. .a passion’s need, unbound,
Unrestrained from conventional style.
Visual wonder of hued etches
Seep softly from a yawning duskfall…
Enthralled, I endure all timeless hours
Where vivid art makes me thirst for life
As shades of pained faces, rocks, turn bright
On acrylic fabric soaked with tears,
Burning my heart with the lilt of joy
A portrait which depicts my inner self.
Frank Herrera’s Practiced Passion
11/21/2016
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