Canvas

A blank canvas desperate for the paint to seep into its cracks 

Longing to be splattered with bright colours, and painted with life. 

To paint over the tears and cover the scratches 

A canvas waiting to be transformed into a masterpiece,

Waiting for the strong strokes of a steady brush 

Longing for the cool warmth of the thick paint 

Desperate to become a part of the world 

Wanting to be what it was always imagined to be 

A blank canvas feeling the first trickle of paint on its skin 

The jitters of the start of a painting 

Trying not to scrap it but continue on painting 

Until the vision comes through 

A blank canvas waiting to become and waiting to be. 

To paint once again with ease. 

Reviews

[A hare off]

It seems we are all blank canvases waiting for those brush strokes to bring us to life. This was beautiful, I love the thoughts in this poem.

[alifeacoustic]

A beautifully descriptive piece, showing us the soul and beauty of the thought process behind every stroke, taking us on a journey of the artists vision, seeing the bigger picture of what will be.
Supeebly captured.

[Maskedthoughts]

Thank you!