Canvas
Freshly stretched
And never used
That smells of paper
Feels like silk
And tastes like new beginnings
Until you pick up your brush.
Inspiration moves you
Stroke by stroke
As you create a masterpiece
Day by day
Until passion dwindles-
Then you’ll wait
Until it strikes
And you’ll overcome.
The end result
Will be a painting
Of insurmountable beauty
Created by the still life moments
That you captured in your mind
Heart and brush
Forever preserved in paint
For all to see and admire.
http://www.napowrimo.net/ prompt for day 27.
LOVE! I can certainly identify with this 🙂
I used to watch my father paint – it was his passion and hobby. He just could put it together. i have never had any talent in drawing, painting, etc, yet when I read your poem, it flows through me at the memories of knowing that this is exactly how my dad felt when he painted.