Paint's Heat.
Brushes which fuse earth and sun
in bold oily strokes.
Lines that move across landscape
like flames of smoke.
Palette fervent with passion snaps
colour's moment.
Framed an artistic heart's anguish
stays ever molten.
Signed by Van Gough paint's heat
never goes cold.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A tribute to Vincent's talented brush - - hope you enjoy.
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there's a whole lot of truth in your words .. a most beautiful dedication to a great mans brush... and then some..
A fine write Fay.
Just cos he had one outer ear left, it don't mean he could not hear! Some may forget that. Doh!
Wonderful write Fay, love Vincent’s work.
Andy
Good Evening FAY - Angela & I find all of VGs Paintings emotional. They are Larger than Life & the colour is Bolder than Bold ! Especially Los Flores del Sol ! They all look 3D because of the thickness of the Oil Paint. Great mediun to dabble in ! With VGs paintings you can always feel the ANGST - Impressionism @ its zenith !
Blessings & Peace & Joy
Love Brian & Angela 🧡🤍💙
Please check WATERFALLS ~ Thanks !
Captured in words - so eloquently.
'Signed by Van Gough paint's heat
never goes cold.'
like your Poetry, dear Fay
never! gets old...
a beautifully worded dedication
thank you!
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