Away from the chaos of the land, I reside in the chasm of my poems! Over the years I have created my own world of imagination where my thoughts wallow luxuriously and with each day they grow more mature and I collect them all and string them together from my world of imagination onto the paper! And every time I sit to write I feel it's just the Beginning: An Inception to a better writing.
Tuesday, October 26, 2021
I stopped Writing...
Blank Canvas
Lies in introspection, a canvas blank
seen to the word, why is it blank!
I see their colors and artisan's work
yet you peep in, where is the work!
The canvas stares back at me
I gaze through its strokes, talk to me!
I hear no words, flows a light river
I look at it close, and I see no river!
It is blank, it's empty, it shows no work
Far at sight, it reflects life's work!
Scornful, I talk aloud to the canvas seen
How do you look blank in your making?
Says Canvas...
"I am empty behind the colors seen,
Like you beings, hiding as unseen !"
Your visible is filled with artisan's craft
But there is an emptiness behind the raft!
-SSW
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