What is a canvas?
It is a statement
Waiting to be told.
It is a story
Waiting to be written.
It is an emotion
Waiting to be expressed.
Silver over black, white, yellow, and red
The impasto, layered
It is on the pavement
It is buried
It is waiting to be said
One plus one plus one plus one plus one is five
Blurred by the lines
The platypus
Is not always the platypus
Sometimes it is a beehive
Paint may drip
But it drips the way it is supposed to drip
Pigment dries
But it dries the way it is supposed to dry
Numbers may not add up
But they add up the way you want them to
This is a canvas.
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There once was a beehive of bees,
ReplyDeletewho lived in the woods in the trees.
But a platypus came,
stuck his head in the frame,
and made poetry flow like a breeze.
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