I am looking into outer space,
Dark, nothingness, stars scattering the firmament.
But I shall paint it.
The sky will become my canvas,
My newest masterpiece starting with a single stroke.
They all start in the center, with their bright colors and hues,
But not I.
I’ll begin at the bottom, with dark browns and greens
Then I’ll use maroon and blue, but no black.
I add grey and oranges, some yellow perhaps.
Maybe some red, and purple and pink, the setting sun.
Filled to the brim with paint, and love, and ideas, never questioned.
Arbitrary strokes count themselves too many,
While the colors number higher than ever before.
I am finished, the canvas nary an empty space,
Except one, right in the center, a place too sacred for me
To dare crush its pure wonderment.
It is white, like all humans begin,
Like all humans, now have one place where they can truly be everything,
And nothing in one.
It is the blank spot of a score sheet where the horse has yet to race
And still has unbelievable potential to outdo the rest.
It is not empty,
Just full of something we could never understand.
Dark, nothingness, stars scattering the firmament.
But I shall paint it.
The sky will become my canvas,
My newest masterpiece starting with a single stroke.
They all start in the center, with their bright colors and hues,
But not I.
I’ll begin at the bottom, with dark browns and greens
Then I’ll use maroon and blue, but no black.
I add grey and oranges, some yellow perhaps.
Maybe some red, and purple and pink, the setting sun.
Filled to the brim with paint, and love, and ideas, never questioned.
Arbitrary strokes count themselves too many,
While the colors number higher than ever before.
I am finished, the canvas nary an empty space,
Except one, right in the center, a place too sacred for me
To dare crush its pure wonderment.
It is white, like all humans begin,
Like all humans, now have one place where they can truly be everything,
And nothing in one.
It is the blank spot of a score sheet where the horse has yet to race
And still has unbelievable potential to outdo the rest.
It is not empty,
Just full of something we could never understand.
Author notes
i just let it all go, and htis is what came of it....my word was Blank, number 15.
anything to fix, or anything like that, PLEASE tell me, i kinda like the criticism.
BTW this is the ONLY poem that i have where the background isn't black, i tried to make it the colors of a sunset......hope it worked
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Wow
This is really amazing! You use great imagery, the idea is original, and it has so much depth. Exactly what I wanted! Wonderful! -
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thank you
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i think its great
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Mercy me, young lady! I'd be surprised if this weren't a winner for you! I love the symbolism between a painting & the sky...ohhh! I wish I'd thought of that! But you did this up wonderfully! My absolute fave lines are:
"And still has unbelievable potential to outdo the rest.
It is not empty,
Just full of something we could never understand."
Fabulous.


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ummm, thank you, i'm actually blushing lol
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