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 Empty Canvas ~

 

as empty as it gets,

I stare and feel the color embrace me.

The abstract feelings that wanted to

come out yet still trapped within me.

 

I stare on the blank canvas,

Feeling the courage fading,

Losing my mind into vivid colors

      -   Just in thoughts…

Not being able to express them

Is just like making myself aware

that I have no talent in what so ever…

 

Did I lose my confidence that seeks?

Did I lose the passion that burns?

Did I lose my heart that shines?

 

Perhaps the cloud of doubt

    blurs many things…

Perhaps the road of uncertainties

    confuses many decisions…

 

Perhaps the water of creation

    is running dry…

I am losing myself,

     almost giving-up into death’s hands…

Yet…

I won’t give up,

Mastering the strength of what’s left

To find the muse of life

To keep me going a lifetime…

Author's Note

I was contemplating to come back or to completely closed my account, but I don't want to give up to the creativity I find releasing and uplifting for my soul and heart.

I owe the inspiration of this piece to this photo:
I can't paint

It is what I feel when I can't be creative, there is this urge to create within me or within us all. I think every artist knows that. It's been long, I haven't drawn or paint, I guess i really missed that.

Reviews

[Javon Holmes]

Great picture mixed with some real writing with feeling.

[Pax]

thank you much, I'm glad you liked this piece. I appreciate that.

[Rose of Gondor]

Every single time I have an idea, it comes to me as a perfect image in my head. I know what I want to do with it, and yet somehow, every single time while transferring that idea to paper it turns out slightly (or a lot) different than I imagined. It really, really bugs me and it's really sad when that happens. But that's why I keep doing it. Because I know, as long as I keep working on my crafts, one day, I'll be able to do it. What's life without a little challenge after all? Beautiful piece, speaks to the heart. The dilemma of every writer, painter, artist, put in words. It seems that your canvas isn't blank after all.

[Pax]

nothing beats, practice makes it better, and better than the last one. It is good to see you here, Rose, I really do appreciate that. I do try my best to keep the ink running even though many times I doubt myself. Thank you so much for this wonderful reflection.

[Mockingbird]

conveys both despair and hope. it's good you can articulate these feelings of frustration. i can relate, as i battle with writer's block. i also took a watercolor class recently and discovered i really suck at it, so i'm bummed out about that too...i may take up paining again, but more on an abstract level. your poem is motivating and inspiring. excellent job.

[Pax]

Thank you so much, mockingbird, for sharing me your wonderful insight. For me watercolor is the hardest medium to master. I am glad you have articulate the feelings of this piece.

[Shep]

Again you amaze me. I feel this way when I faces an empty page.

[Pax]

ahh, Shep my friend, that's really a huge compliment, thank you very much.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Beautiful prose set. Evocative too. I think your choice of picture also sends the message home.

[Pax]

thank you so much my friend. I appreciate this very much.

[I Am Svetlana]

I love the meaning behind this poem and it hurts us so deeply when we approach the page, so ready to go with ideas, the four mind goes completely blank. No matter how hard we try to think of and write or paint out our ideas, they just don't come out the way we want...then we have to proceed to something different that's not art in order to get our minds right. This is often how I feel when I get a new sketchbook or journal; I see every blank page, soak up their beauty, having so many ideas to get out, but just...get nothing when I want to get them out. It frustrates me more than anything when I'm not able to create when I have to opportunity :/

[Pax]

Thank you so much my friend, indeed more often it is frustrating... but when you learned more on how patience work, you'll find the beauty of waiting for the words to come out, but not all the time, sometimes we needed a little push from a muse that will trigger our mind and heart to create. I greatly appreciate you my friend, sharing your experienced is a great insight, i am glad.

[ecasynaman]

This is very beautiful. Not sure about technicalities of writing, but forget it. This poem penetrates the heart.

[Pax]

Thank you so much Kabayan, I am glad you find it beautiful. Yup, it is straight from my heart. We need to pour it all up into words or my heart will not take too burden. I really appreciate you coming by.

[Vineet Bhardwaj]

MIRACLES HAPPEN…

Dare to take a tiny step
and things’ll start surging,
Just set up your canvas and
you’ll feel the picture emerging.

A molehill becomes a mountain
a flicker turns into fire,
fortune, forces, God and all
wait for you to desire.

It’s never predictable
the world is full of upsets,
he, who tries, wins
he, who yearns, gets.

Time and again history
has rooted for the underdog,
and masters too have bowed
for limelight that they hog.

Sure, hell does come in way
but mostly, it’s heaven,
it may take a while
but miracles happen

Miracles do happen
Miracles do happen…

DON'T YOU STOP...DON'T YOU QUIT...JUST DARE TO TAKE A TINY STEP...

[Pax]

I really do like your piece, and I am keeping my hopes up, to never quit. I appreciate this so much mr. Vineet. Thank you!

[MOON]

Poignant and beautiful expressing from the heart, even when sometimes inspiration eludes. Picture perfect too.

[Pax]

hey Moon, I am glad with your visit, thank you so much. I am glad you visited and happy holidays.

[MOON]

Happy holidays to you too , may the new year bring you much love and happiness.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Vivid and rife with imagery, tells an elegant story, well done, good read.

[Pax]

Thank you so much, mr. Thomas... I appreciate the visit and review so much...