art
By Jaden Ceras, 17
there’s a blank canvas in front of you
waiting to be drawn on
or painted if you desired
but the pencil is left on the table
the paints sit in their container
brushes become brittle
longing to be dipped into water,
then into the beautiful colors,
to be dragged across the canvas
yet nothing happens
there’s no image in your mind
nothing to guide you
and so
the canvas will remain blank
During this time of self isolation, I’ve been having sudden outbursts of creativity, but there are some days where I want to be creative but nothing seems to come to mind. This was a poem that i wrote during one of those outbursts.
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