It’s all blank;
Clear, clean and unclouded-
Pure, pelucide and explicit-
Yet,
Plain..
It is this moment of empty perfection,
That provides the room-
For artistic creation.
It’s a plain plane with room to stain,
It’s all just-
Paper and canvas.
You-
are the writer with enough right;
To lay your ink,
Trace your graphite,
Onto the paper and canvas,
Of life.
You-
are the author,
Authorized with just about enough authority,
To decide and determine-
The flow of this story
This is your
Paper and canvas
And you-
Are the paint artist,
Dared;
To brush your paint brush-
Across this un-brushed
Surface of perfection.
It’s all blank and meaningless,
Void and vacuous;
Until you dare temper-
With your paper and canvas!
By: Phanuel Ayelum.
Written Studios 