In God's garden canvas <br /> <br />In God's garden canvas, I am the brush; <br />each stroke deliberate...I never rush. <br />Creating textured layers as I go, <br />allying pigment, applying VanGogh. <br />In reverance, I work in whispered hush. <br /> <br />The Earth, a chalice of flowering rush, <br />does make this artist's seed burst forth and gush <br />granting life to lovely violaceous. <br />In God's garden canvas. <br /> <br />I adopt diffused hues of Claude Monet; <br />exploit lines, plant colors, the Matisse way. <br />Sow the obscure lines of Picasso's heart. <br />Harvest the emotion from Renoir's art. <br />I am a creative vessel of aide. <br />In God's garden canvas. <br /> <br />©2008 Dawn Slanker<br /><br />Dawn Slanker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-god-s-garden-canvas-altered-rondeau/
