The Blank Body, No Inspirata

by HumanInATree   Jan 22, 2015


The stars come up,
The sun goes down,
I lay the canvas flat
across the ground,
its twelve in the sky, and
the moon is high.
My brush is dry, and
the well is spotted in black.

The canvas turns and ask -
"what should i do"

The stars are bright
tonight, lucid like my
mind in the abstruse hours
of the summer moon light.

My brush sheath in a wooden case,
awaits my first command.
But i can't find the inspiration
to draw the first line.

-HumanInATree

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  • 9 years ago

    by Liz

    I really like that this is short and to the point. The imagery is great, as well. I love that it's very relatable, be it painting or writing. Even with all the materials at hand and surroundings that should provoke some kind of inspiration, sometimes we find ourselves lacking that inspiration to write the first word or draw the first line.

    Thank you for sharing.

    • 9 years ago

      by HumanInATree

      Thank you, your comment made my night!

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