by James Lyons

Created on: March 18, 2009

Title: Art Class.

Canvas white and seven colors

Palette new and virgin brush

Choices limitless, yet others

Languish at the thought of such.

Fears reject fresh thought, unique

While phantom worries fill the room

Model frozen, as I seek

Inspiration in this tomb.

Suddenly I see the window

Framing images unplanned

Still the feeling at my easel

Make thoughts of results seem as canned.

Till wonder overtakes and brings

Perspective to my starving mind

While sense and measure lay the rules

Erasing all I seek to find.

If creativity and freedom

Could be ordered as designed

By anyone outside the matter

Teeming in my troubled mind.

Till suddenly my focus shifts

To breezes toying with such life

This random, yet ideally planted

World with guide of higher sight.

Now the model less inspired

By payment for the hour of toil

Has nothing on the images

I see planted out in the soil.

Inspiration finds a home

When boundaries fall to the floor

And freedom to express has come

When me, and you, walk out the door.

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