By the Hand

By the Hand

A Poem by Dave Brown

West Coast ways


Looking at the blank canvas before me

As I stood on a rugged West Coast shore

Was it light or shadows or both

A theme seemed to magically appear


Like a wave flowing cross the surface

With Nature’s colors dramatically displayed

Trees and rocks flowed boldly together

Past images of decaying Native icons


The theme then seemed to convert to

Driftwood beaches and wide-open skies

To the wild state of the natural places

With strong colors shining all through


Many brushes alongside an easel

Oil paint spilling where wildly mixed

An umbrella to ward off hot sunlight

Reaching up from my once blank canvas


I dipped one brush into wet paint

It seemed to have a mind of its own

And where it led my hand across the surface

A West Coast painting had wonderfully grown



© 2020 Dave Brown

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Read and re-read. This is a fantastic statement on the wildly flowing, fluid beauty of the West Coast! And yet again about how Art takes shape on its own. I could go on and on as I could read so many things here. Kudos!

Posted 1 Week Ago

Dave Brown

1 Week Ago

thanks again
certainly a many splendored area that is still mostly unscathed by construction .. read more

1 Week Ago

Welcome 😀
Last stanza is very magnificent ... And I found it best ..... A paint brush having mind of its own ...
Great sir

Posted 1 Week Ago

Dave Brown

1 Week Ago

That happens a bit to often although if the result is decent there are no complaints
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Added on May 23, 2020
Last Updated on May 23, 2020


Dave Brown
Dave Brown

gabriola island, BC - British Columbia, Canada

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A Poem by Dave Brown