Creation

PerditaRose

A blank page, like a blank canvas,

Is waiting to be filled

By words that tumble out,

Or are sought painstakingly,

Grabbed at by your mind,

Or elusively out of reach.

When, finally, with pen in hand, poised above the paper,

A phrase is written that has the strength to represent an idea.

Likewise in painting

The colors of the palette,

Spontaneously or by much remixing,

With the aid of brush or knife

or some other implement of choice,

And an artist's keen eye,

Depict a world conceived in the artist's mind.

  • Author: PerditaRose (Online Online)
  • Published: November 12th, 2025 14:21
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    A poem full of metaphor that sends a deeper message about communication and its difficulty in painting a thought or emotion. Nicely done.



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