In God's garden canvas
In God's garden canvas, I am the brush;
each stroke deliberate...I never rush.
Creating textured layers as I go,
allying pigment, applying VanGogh.
In reverance, I work in whispered hush.
The Earth, a chalice of flowering rush,
does make this artist's seed burst forth and gush
granting life to lovely violaceous.
In God's garden canvas.
I adopt diffused hues of Claude Monet;
exploit lines, plant colors, the Matisse way.
Sow the obscure lines of Picasso's heart.
Harvest the emotion from Renoir's art.
I am a creative vessel of aide.
In God's garden canvas.
©2008 Dawn Slanker
The rhyme and pattern was a little too uneven for me, so I could not give it a reading score. It was quite creative and worthy of some work on that aspect. GW62
Some beautiful language in this one, well done Take care Love duncan X
Harevst the emotions from Renoirs heaart........ An excellent piece of work with good usage metaphor..... Theme is catching with garden of canvas for life.I liked it my 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good use of one of my favourite forms