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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 shades daub evening hours ,
That olive boughs hang on an easel moist
Embellishing garlands utterly white
Along ebullient woodland, red and bright.
How such tapestry fires one mossy dance
Allowing colors their natural vibrance…
As still- life frame bursts into a mural:
Here, an artist traces traces again
In night’s fall … bold paint sparkling the wood’s den.
Written 10/11/2018
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Anthony Slausen’s The Paint Mover(s) Contest
Copyright ©
nette onclaud
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