Poetry: Blank canvas - by Linda Armstrong

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by Linda Armstrong

Created on: April 16, 2008

I unrolled the resistant cloth,
cut, pulled, stretched it tight,
then, stapled its edges,
sealed, dried, sanded it smooth
and then, sealed it again.

Now, it sits, insolent,
on the easel confronting me,
vibrant with a terrifying
potential as pale as death.

I lift a brush,
pregant with red paint
and make a heartless stroke-
a primary error as rash as Eve's
following the reckless,
undeniable direction
of every creation.

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