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The Blank Canvas
Thought of as a could- be good artist,
I was gifted the canvas, colors and easel,
I stood before it petrified, frozen,
unable to use the paint or the pencil.
I stood staring at it, blanked out,
My eyes not seeing anything,
My mind, back in time,
Multiple memories twirling.
When I get back here, to this room,
now in the present, all aware,
I feel that it is as it should be,
except for a few dots here and there.
Those flecks of colour on it,
enhanced by the background, white,
Will stand out, bold and stark
Visible whether day or night.
I think of the number and colours,
and carefully place them on the surface,
Then feel that I've spoilt it,
And it has lost its purpose.
For the purpose of any blank material
Be it a canvas, a slate, book or mind
Is to challenge, titilate, provoke,
"I dare you, to me defile"!
It's when you take up that dare,
And wield that brush, pencil or pen,
And add your colours, words and ideas,
That 'you' actually happen.
It is then that the world can see,
You, for only some of what you are,
As you keep pouring yourself to create,
From all this dust, a star!
© Guy3
I was gifted the canvas, colors and easel,
I stood before it petrified, frozen,
unable to use the paint or the pencil.
I stood staring at it, blanked out,
My eyes not seeing anything,
My mind, back in time,
Multiple memories twirling.
When I get back here, to this room,
now in the present, all aware,
I feel that it is as it should be,
except for a few dots here and there.
Those flecks of colour on it,
enhanced by the background, white,
Will stand out, bold and stark
Visible whether day or night.
I think of the number and colours,
and carefully place them on the surface,
Then feel that I've spoilt it,
And it has lost its purpose.
For the purpose of any blank material
Be it a canvas, a slate, book or mind
Is to challenge, titilate, provoke,
"I dare you, to me defile"!
It's when you take up that dare,
And wield that brush, pencil or pen,
And add your colours, words and ideas,
That 'you' actually happen.
It is then that the world can see,
You, for only some of what you are,
As you keep pouring yourself to create,
From all this dust, a star!
© Guy3
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