On Canvas
Blank
plain white
the canvas lies
calls for spectrum of imagination
and the act of creation
the touch of a hand
while alone it waits
on the easel
until gentle strokes of a brush
create the painting, now framed
drawing a crowd of aficionados
to be seen, not touched
the artist’s creation
stirs others’ imagination
the canvas now true
colorful
fulfilled.
Copyright © Mike Bayles | Year Posted 2011
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