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.

13 comments:

  1. 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

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  2. Solid, theme-strong piece.

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  3. that was hot...and once the right hands find you i imagine the result to be a masterpiece...

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  4. Diana,

    Perhaps a deep everything?

    Perhaps this pure white is what the colors want most?

    Like the idea a lot. Symbolic push always rates high!

    Trulyfool

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  5. a pure canvass, just like the view from my snow-flaked window

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  6. Makes me want to paint for some reason - LOL!

    Nice One Shot, Diana!

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  7. Many thanks to all of you who commented here..Every word is very much appreciated :-)

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  8. Excellent flow and imagery--loved the last line.

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  9. ...waiting to be touched with color...love it!

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  10. Anything 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

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  11. The invitation of a blank canvas is both inspiring and full of possibility in addition to a steamy side to the poem.

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  12. A delicious exploration of colourlessness and the invitation to colour. x

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