| CANVAS SOUL |
| She lifts her brush to the canvas bare visualizing what's to be Her innermost secrets flow from her hand displayed for all to see Colors emerge from somewhere within Her palette of emotions set free Raw nerves exposed, she is naked now poised for artistic attack A strong memory appears as crimson rage mottled with grim strokes of black She wears her deckled edges with pride A well-earned emotional badge Cyan sorrow spills onto the cloth Blended with hollow sage Washed together with watercolor tears to form a muted glaze No way to dam the floodgates now Grey indifference has no place Surrounded safely by negative space Her spirit pours forth freely Expressing her deepest, most private place through chroma oils revealing in a powerful esoteric form A medium most appealing |
| (c) 2005 Sheila W |
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