The Canvas
The Canvas
By Amanda P
A blank canvas sits upon an easel
No color, no words, no expectations
The artist knows not what to write, nor knows what to do
All that is plopped on the palate is the colors red, white, and blue
A brush tucked into hands of the young and old
Strokes crimson red, gliding, blotting, blurring
Battles and trials of times past, disappear into the fibrous fabric
What is left is the remnants of old memories that fade into graphics
A quick dip and the scarlet vanishes into the abyss
A new color one of blue begins to think, believe, dream
Imaginative and daring, the new shade blends and overwhelms the foretold
The piercing pain of yesterday is replaced with the mystery of what is to unfold
The residue of what was and the anticipation of what is takes over the white sheet
The artist chooses to add something new, shimmering, iridescent, individualistic
Fearless and daunting, this tint of gold adds personality to what has been spread
The canvas is no longer barren and incomplete as unspoken meaning is said
The piece resting upon the easel is avant garde
A life in color, inventive, interpretive, intimate
The artist knows now what to write and what to do
In the piece is integrated the colors of red, white, and blue