When inspiration strikes
there i stood by my bare canvas
inspiration paused on standby
i thought of places we had been
and cities we had seen
i thought i'd draw an arch
and see where it would lead
i'd pick a big round paintbrush
apply a generous coat of blush
but i wondered what's the use
of drawing something so mundane
afterall I had a role, it was my duty
while the world cried out for beauty
shouldn't i be loud, be bold
be the conduit of something worthwhile
of something worth expressing
for a moment it got me guessing
my brush touched the canvas
one stroke then another
thinking back to places we had been
and cities we had seen
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
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