Come and find me where the wild roses grow.
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
Solid, theme-strong piece.
that was hot...and once the right hands find you i imagine the result to be a masterpiece...
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
a pure canvass, just like the view from my snow-flaked window
Makes me want to paint for some reason - LOL!Nice One Shot, Diana!
Many thanks to all of you who commented here..Every word is very much appreciated :-)
Excellent flow and imagery--loved the last line.
...waiting to be touched with color...love it!
I like it.
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
The invitation of a blank canvas is both inspiring and full of possibility in addition to a steamy side to the poem.
A delicious exploration of colourlessness and the invitation to colour. x