Fm Rt Poet Quatrain

Snap

  "The painter stood before the canvas."  

 With each dab of paint from passionate fingers
With each dancing stroke of beautiful ochres
And bright greens and reds and gentle yellows
A master's masterpiece unfolds and mellows. 

  3. . .  

 Sky blues and lavenders swirl into a tornado
Oranges and greens form a lush glow
Passion flows freely in an artist's heart
Stroke by stroke and part by part. 

  2. . .  

 Dark navy paint now in one hand
As the painter creates a dark dusk decorated band
Twilight shadows move like bolts of lightning
Across the canvas ever so frightening. 

  1. . .  

Slitted eyes now turning a much darker brown
Mouth set in a tight unmoving frown
Hands moving sharply, decidedly, dangerously fast
Spreading darkness on the sunrise painted on canvas.

 Snap. 

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