The Canvas

The Canvas

A Poem by Ralphy

When the canvas is blank, your imagination can sore.  A beautiful sunset draped over the ocean. Birds flying gracefully through the clouds as they fade with the drifting light. Maybe a couple kissing in the park, as they are absorbed into the scenery ,their lips press together and they become one in the painting of your mind. Or maybe an autumn day where leaves are scattered from the breeze that flows in your mind,  dipped in the colors of the season that tend to glisten in the sunlight like a brush of the mind twirls to victory. At last, as soon as a drop of color clings to the blank canvas the painting is limited to artist, as the impression become visible to a new imagination.    

© 2011 Ralphy

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Added on September 27, 2011
Last Updated on September 27, 2011



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