Visual Art
The orange sunset bleeds, and in its wake
Corona of moon flaunts a hue…opaque;
To etch one’s vision until dawn rises
While brushstrokes in oil abandon the day--
With pigment lavender circling away.
And tints slip-slide on radiant flowers
Where a pond’s varnished tones daub evening hours ,
That olive boughs hang on an easel moist
Embellishing garlands utterly white
Along ebullient woodland, red and bright.
How such panorama fires one dappled trance
Allowing colors their primitive vibrance…
As still- life bursts like a god's creation :
Here, an artist traces traces again
In night’s chill … bold paint splashing nature's grain.
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Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2018
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