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by Amber Song Jun 13, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
~Creation's Canvas~Swirls, red arches, hues of blues, greens, yellows, oranges, blat on my canvas, capturing whispering mysteries of distant visions.Pinks explode, violets vibrate, blacks disintegrate to regions unfathomed, while whites expand, and crimsons kill.Forces of universe integrate to create images upon my palate, and canvases dissolve beneath the maiden paint...Until my brush retires, turpentine cleans and easels resign to sleep in dreamtide's dust.When dawning creation spark's genius's touch, stirring the gift of birth again...Wild music swirls, as orchestras crash, and stampedes of design invade our mind.Then peace descends, as fingers float, and swish, swish, swish, the brush flows on, flows on...Until mad melody passes, and plop, plop, plop, goes the rock, skipping across the angel's pond.As in reverie, I rest, a thousand voices call: the echos of paintings completed, and those unborn.The wild drive never subsides, it only ebbs, till life begins again, on canvas's white, waiting palace.©2006~Poetry by Amber {~Swan Song~}{Penned: February 23rd, 1995}