06 October 2010
Canvas
I am a blank white canvas.
Stretched taut and spread
wide over wooden slats
with a luminosity so bright
I blind the eye.
A deep nothingness
of pure endless
unmarked freedom.
White as a pristine snowfield
smooth as the skin of a pearl
my boundaries undefined
no distinction as to where
I begin
or where I end
a landscape of eternal white.
I lie waiting
in this neutral state
this tintless undyed vacuum
waiting to be touched
with color
brought to life
by your hands.
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Good poem. The limitless freedom of nothingness is a wonderful thought Like how you bring out the tension between that and the desire to be something
ReplyDeleteSolid, theme-strong piece.
ReplyDeletethat was hot...and once the right hands find you i imagine the result to be a masterpiece...
ReplyDeleteDiana,
ReplyDeletePerhaps a deep everything?
Perhaps this pure white is what the colors want most?
Like the idea a lot. Symbolic push always rates high!
Trulyfool
a pure canvass, just like the view from my snow-flaked window
ReplyDeleteMakes me want to paint for some reason - LOL!
ReplyDeleteNice One Shot, Diana!
Many thanks to all of you who commented here..Every word is very much appreciated :-)
ReplyDeleteExcellent flow and imagery--loved the last line.
ReplyDelete...waiting to be touched with color...love it!
ReplyDeleteI like it.
ReplyDeleteAnything to do with "artistic" realms I cannot help but love. You "painted" the blank space of white in the beauty of your words. Trulyyyy lovely!!! :) ~April
ReplyDeleteThe invitation of a blank canvas is both inspiring and full of possibility in addition to a steamy side to the poem.
ReplyDeleteA delicious exploration of colourlessness and the invitation to colour. x
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