Divine Easels

Divine Easels short poem

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Brush strokes like living sun
Windows as high as creation
Gray blue walls reflect the light
Cafes of art on the Riviera
St Tropez, Nice, Monaco
Renoir moves to South of France
Chagall sees flower angels
Rainbow Mediterranean Sea

Rouen Cathedral at Sunset
Normandy like a poet painter
Côte d’Azur a path of illuminated color
I am the pilgrim of stain glass windows
Vallauris a fountain of Picasso pottery
Saint-Paul de Vence a Chloe of soul
Rococo galleries of the lush conversion
Matisse, Degas like ancient priests

Divine Easels of the Riviera

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Joseph Narusiewicz

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I am a documentary film maker and I write the majority of the music for my films. I have my own band and recording and audio-video studio in my home. Much of my music is used in my films. Three of my films are in stores as Dvd's. I also am a poetI am here to meet artists, poets and other musicians as well as other Christians.
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Shamala Chandran

Beautiful description, makes me wanna travel and see the places describe in the poem!


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