Primed in white or black, or whatever color you please.
Or simply left natural, pure and solus,
The sparks of creativity are home to possibilities,
Ready to be painted upon the blank canvas.
Perhaps…
There is a forest, thick with trees, where you can see each leaf or pine or branch,
There is sunlight peeking through, warming the earth, warming you,
Winding through, is a stream, waking the forest with gurgles and trickles,
Over rocks and around bends, carrying its water down, where you see a lake or pond or waterfall,
Its early, and the fire crackles, and warms, and sends its breath up,
Where you see the smoke dance, with the calls of wildlife,
Perhaps you won’t paint this at all.
Perhaps…
There is a city, crowded with buildings, where you can see each plane or bird or cloud,
There are lights twinkling in windows, lighting up the night, lighting you.
Winding everywhere, are streets, acting as a guide with grids and lines,
Past lights and signs, carting people down the road, where you see a café or home or office,
It’s early, and the smog rises, against the rain, and rests on roofs,
Where you see pigeons huddled, from the horns and chatter of city life,
Perhaps you won’t paint this at all.
Perhaps…
There is a portrait, someone you love, where you can see each dimple or wrinkle or freckle,
There is an expression on their face, sharing their emotion, sharing it with you,
Winding down, is their hair, guiding the beholder through the uncombed strands and split tips,
Past the face and behind shoulders, where you see their eyes, or mouth or ears,
It’s early, the sun creeps in, waking them, still in their pajamas,
Where you see their lover and children, laughing from joys of family life,
Perhaps you won’t paint this at all.,
Perhaps…
It was never primed, in white or black or any color,
No matter what color you pleased it to be,
Never left alone, natural or pure,
No sparks for creativity, no home for possibility,
The blank canvas not ready for the paint, or the paint not ready for the canvas,
Perhaps you never painted anything at all.