I see a blank canvas
Also an artist preparing
With his brushes and oils
Not in a hurry, as though
Trying to delay, for he
Does not know what the
Outcome will be. It will
Come to him as he begins
I look at a blank page
As a poet preparing to fill it
With lines that are meaningful
I am not in a hurry, but rather
Adjusting my seating and
Thinking of a line to begin with
One finally comes; so I begin
The artist has various strokes
He uses many colors, as artists do
His work will be abstract for
As he continues to layer his acrylics
There is no definition on the canvas
But balance exists and a feeling of peace
My words slowly form in my mind
I type them out as quickly as I can
I have an idea that my muse will be about truth
I write about truth often and find
Many aspects of it, especially today
The absence of it in the media
There is no journalism to speak of
But many commentators reading
The same story using the same words
It is almost hilarious if it weren’t so serious
The artist stoops and sets his brushes down
He looks at his work on the canvas
Stands back and views is from a distance
Comes back, picks up his brush and adds
A flair here and there enhancing his work
He does this several times as though
Creativity synapses are volleying in his brain
He is finally satisfied and signs his name
He has found his truth just as
I have finished with my musing
I sign my name to my abstract
Hoping my readers will understand
Steve Haarman aka Stanski
January 3, 2021 ^
Steve Haarman 