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It Started With A Blank Canvas
Empty sheet a blank canvas
and a wall hanging a screen arras
listen to me—share your journey
why didn't you earn to draft a guernsey?
Igniting the flame
as a spark
ace me that
initial
word
starting with
embryonic muse
roots grow
first rhyme
blooms
sonnet
maze forms
moment
embraced
breathing life onto canvas
with poetic words
sprinkle
spawn
stopple
sizably
like
pregnant
forebearer
As the day nears
It's time to soar
above the
wanton
muse
as dreams capture
pure emotion
if aurora rituals
in the sky above
monitor
muse
mild
muster, and
materialize
Imbue in a surreal calmness
as we peer to a unique standpoint
staggering shades of the world in this era
no longer hampered by our skills
we forget
well-trodden
ways of the
widespread
we stand still
thrust by our
artistic urge
we embroider
a word in our
daily tapestry
let's roam where
muses roam free
past bounds of our
intended identity
In this expansive
sphere of creativity
we create
we art &
we question
free from societal
constraints
by our souls
we discover beauty
In the depths
of our dreams
that we learn its
actual meaning
rise over
routine &
prosaic
crafting
world of
whimsical
wonder
on wings
discovering
dynamic
domains
each brushstroke—each word we write
spice our dreams bestow them smite
we imprint our ideas on white paper
joining dots—not molding scraper
endless potential
world awaits with open arms~
blank canvas beckons
as we walk—our view shifts
deleting clamor, skepticism stumbles
this creation path gives us a voice
unknown paths reveal our options
in this sacred space
we find solace
grace
sense of embrace.
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Sotto Poet
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