The CanvasA Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa
The artist
She paints her canvas With emotion and empathy With devotion and sympathy She paints from a blank pallet A masterpiece all her own I am a writer of poetry and prose Imagining. so many different views My soul bare naked on a podium A variety of thoughts, colors, hues A tapestry of words woven by me Beautifull each stroke of a brush Upon the painter's canvas. Magically brought to light As unique as it's master. A genuine work of art! In a distant garden... Is the birth of a rose A song well played A natural high Performed by a musician Playing the blues © 2021 Deborah Leah KrempaAuthor's Note
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Added on June 23, 2020 Last Updated on January 31, 2021 AuthorDeborah Leah KrempaToledo, OHAboutI am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..Writing
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