What Stands Before You

White is the vessel awaiting the arrival of chaos and creation.

So many fighting to obtain leadership.. such is determination.

An aurora of light dancing and swaying swiftly about.

Stories untold racing toward the only way out.

With first dip into the brightest of red.

An idea is born masterfully lead.

The greatest of ease, confidence and poise.

Deaf to the world, her distractions and noise.

Hastily now the brushes come and go.

Leaving wound like strokes just as scars do show.

The radiance of hope does battle this pain.

Washing these lesions like summers first rain.

What seemed like moments have been hours in fact.

Void of all caution, discretion and tact.

What stands before you is pure of the heart.

A masterpiece they'll call it, we call it art.

Reviews

[Kaylor Mason]

This is one of the best expressions of creativity I've seen. The way writers sit down to stare at a void and literally create whole worlds, whole universes, with the stroke of a pen can be terrifying--and there is no thrill greater than that. Whether it's literature, painting, music, sculpture, architecture, or martial arts and swordsmanship, art will always be art. This poem, I think, accurately captures the act of creation in itself. Awesome! :)

[Ruth]

This is stunning love! The Purity of heart must be maintained or we face corruption! Not so surprising in modern times! Great work xx

[Liza]

i love your style; the dance of contrast and of digging deep to what appears -

perhaps it is not the fight to raise to power but to fulfill a purpose - to be recognized, or have something to do...

love how you say everyone wants to lead but no one realizes that in order to lead; you have to be leading your people somewhere

[Celeste21]

Something that should be the preface of any creative work.