The Canvas

Sometimes you feel lost and it's hard to even care. That's when you have to find strength to take all those colors that have bled to black, and recreate yourself...One brush stroke at at time.

The room is empty

Walls are bare

A white blank canvas hanging there

I hold the brush

Poised in mid air

All I can do

Is sit and stare

 

I try to find the strength to care…

 

A sudden red

Creates a gash

An ugly green lands with a splash

A violent black

Then yellow clash

A lonely blue

All in a flash

 

As turpentine falls from my lash….

 

The colours run

The shades all bleed

They spread with longing and with need

A picture forms

Becomes a creed

Of all that’s true

And must be freed

 

A blur at frightening break neck speed…

 

A masterpiece

By my own hand

I choose to make it bright or bland

To hang it high

Or let it stand

Each day it’s new

Not always grand

 

The changing strokes at my command…

 

The palette’s filled

I strain to see

The hues and tones that live in me

To bring them out

Where they should be

So I can view

My gallery

 

Each piece a poignant potpourri…

 

The room is empty

Walls are bare

A white blank canvas hanging there

My nerve in hand

I say a prayer

With all the strength

I’ve left to spare

 

I launch my brush into the air…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[dullpetal]

I can really relate to this one. We're presented with this blank canvas and it's in our hands to make it beautiful and worth looking at. It's just sometimes we want to be all these colors at once and we cant really decide that sometimes we're nothing but a bare canvas. Great one!

[Hajime]

Thank you so much for taking the time to post a review. I really appreciate it and I am glad you enjoyed the poem ! Some days I know I feel like there are just too many colors and other times it's been like staring at a blank canvas, as I said. That happens sometimes, in think when we've allowed someone else to have too much power to define ourselves. I think it can be really liberating to realize that it is WE that that hold the palette and we shouldn't necessarily wait for someone else to add the color! Have a wonderful day. :-)