The Canvas

The Canvas

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa

The artist
She paints her canvas
With emotion and empathy
With devotion and sympathy
She paints from a blank pallet
A masterpiece all her own

I am a writer of poetry and prose
Imagining. so many different views
My soul bare naked on a podium
A variety of thoughts, colors, hues
A tapestry of words woven by me

Beautifull each stroke of a brush
Upon the painter's canvas.
Magically brought to light
As unique as it's master.
A genuine work of art!

In a distant garden...
Is the birth of a rose
A song well played
A natural high
Performed by a musician
Playing the blues

© 2021 Deborah Leah Krempa

Author's Note

Deborah Leah Krempa
Thank you for your time.. I hope well spent. Much appreciated.

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Added on June 23, 2020
Last Updated on January 31, 2021


Deborah Leah Krempa
Deborah Leah Krempa

Toledo, OH

I am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..


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