Artist's Block
The canvas stares back at me;
Waiting;
Glaring;
Asking, “Is that all you’ve got?”;
“What’s THAT supposed to be?”
As abstract black lines
Lie as dead as beached whales
Against the titanium white.
Well, the textures in the top right
Look sort of interesting,
And I kind of like how the shapes
In the bottom left work off against each other.
But what to do in the middle?
And how to bring it all together?
You know,
So that it means something!
Strikes an emotional cord!
Becomes ART!
But I got nothing.
And my canvas is staring at me.
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