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
Copyright © Kelly Hitchcock | Year Posted 2021
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