Canvas
Widely spread the canvas flows, waiting for the brush,
there I sit in fear again, lost amidst the crush,
I do not know how to press, the colours I should use,
the way to capture what I see, to show it all to you.
Above us all, the canvas flows, and makes a scene anew,
and yet again it cows me down, so little can I do,
up the brush will lift again, and swipe amidst the clouds,
changing all that I can see, before I see at all.
The canvas will defeat me, more stubborn than myself,
changes with the whim of gods, and flutters in the wind,
yet some shall say it's empty, that they see none of it's grace,
a cloudy sky my canvas is, the paints but rippled mist.
- John C
Comments
Nice work.
What do you think, John?
And, naturally, in the games category.
John1918