The Canvas

The canvas is bare Potentialities abound There is a moment of inspiration Something, perhaps profound A vision, an image A thought in the mind A 16th century renaissance landscape An abstract painting obliquely devine Rich deep colors Brush strokes placed perfectly The master creator The work, a pleasure to see The view is spectacularly tragic Its subjective in our mind It speaks to our knowledge; our experiences Of a world we seek desperately to define The past creates the images That painter captures with every stroke An image begins to emerge We feel excited, or absolutely broke The canvas is bare The art is the life we choose So, live life like theres no tomorrow A beautiful masterpiece comes to view