The Painter and her Canvas
She brushes her hair away from her face,
Lifting up her paint brush.
Stroke after stroke she's amazed,
At the color of her work.
She engages in such beauty,
The creation that she is creating,
As she's painting away her thoughts,
On a blank canvas...
Field of flowers,
She's painting away her thoughts,
Painting it to her perfection.
Like the perfection of her skin...
So bonded to her flesh,
She sings from within,
Her soul is glorified.
She's one with nature,
One with herself,
Nothing around her exists,
Except the blank canvas with her thoughts….
Slandered all over it.
She continues to work herself to perfection,
As she's painting, she reflects on her life...
And all that she has accomplished.
Thoughts! Leave this painter alone...
So she can work on her blank canvas.
Her arms start to get tired,
But she maintains her faultlessness...
She indulges in her work,
As her painting starts to take form,
It's no longer a "Blank."
Sweaty beads run down her face,
As she works to completion,
She takes a look around herself,
And remembers where she was.
She looks at her canvas and smiles...
Her canvas is almost at completions point,
Her fingers starting to burn,
Hands starting to tire,
Sensation in her arm is gone,
But she still manages a smile.
The painter enjoys her work,
As she captures the beauty of life...
No one can distract her attention away...
While she works to complete her blank canvas.
She looks at her canvas,
Takes a deep breath and smiles...
Overwhelmed with it's beauty,
She takes it all in...
Sighs a happy sigh,
Start to cry...
Because the beauty on her canvas came from within...
Written by: J.Lono