White Canvas

"White Canvas"



Where do you wad in the pool of bleach water?
Assaulted by rivals of all vivid color,
Stabbing the lances through the torsos of free burning,
Creating wounds of blood dyed cerulean.

Where do you walk on the plate of fragile porcelain?
Decorative food positioned just perfect,
Ink seeped through dulled rims from artists,
Each stroke a small curved line carved darkest.

Where do you fly in that soft pillowed sky?
Over lush grass fields and still rising high,
Billowing flowers waving kind smelling pedals,
Choosing your own rules, wishing to stay forever.

Where do you land in that starlit night?
Grounding as softly as the most pathless kite,
Peering over the edge to cast the last lights to bed,
Resting your hair on the cathedral to tuck in your head.

Where to pick next from all unanswered dreams?
A world full of chances and a universe to see,
Painted the silkiest gold and most shadowed greys,
Latched to life from a wrist now stayed.

Where do you stand on the shore of opportunities?
The earth a blank slate of erased scowling scrutiny,
The forever reaching skies as your own chosen campus,
Every person your choice of colors on your own white canvas.



^{"White Canvas" Copyright @ E.K - 2013, January 12}