Blank Canvas

BLANK CANVAS Many days, In many ways, I just sit there, Mind all blank Nothing of note or new appears, Of wanderings thoughts to be, My page is all bare, Jottings down don’t share, For there are days, In many ways I just sit pondering, And wondering, Will it really happen? Or will it mysteriously appear before, On my canvas of creativity So on those days of nothings when all is laid bare, There is reflections from glory days of writing strong, And then for me There is hope, And a revolving around the other way, A brand-new dawning On my canvas of page, A beginning, A middle, And ending, Another into the collection Of this man’s biography of words, The anthology of dreams and reflections, And on many days, In many ways, I do just sit there and stare. Francis Cooper – Mac © 25-Jun-20