Mike Bayles Poet Verse

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.

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Gautami Phookan June 14, 2011 at 2:18 PM Another wonderful piece ,,very nice Mike...gautami Mike Bayles June 17, 2011 at 3:17 PM Thank you. There were a couple of nights when I sat with this friend when she worked on a painting.