A Blank Canvas Poem by Amanda May Moore
A Blank Canvas
Blank. that is how I feel.
I have no emotions to fulfill.
Nothing left.
I'm bereft.
Of your touch.
No color on your brush.
So I am blank.
That is no paint.
The colors have died.
And yet I survived.
But empty I am.
Yet again I am...
A Blank Canvas.
A wonderful poem, complex yet one can find symplicity here. A blank canvas waiting to be fulfilled, a blank canvas, not but will. I like the abstract flare to it. A big (10) from me, Excellent Amanda.--Melvina--
Well written, Amanda. Congratulations on having it selected as poem of the day!
Wow! I had no idea! I have not been on here in so long... perhaps I need to begin writing again... I do have a lot bubbling inside of me waiting to be written down on paper! Thanks!
Nothing left in life! With the muse of survival. Nice work
Emotionless heart is a blank canvas without any colour being used to produce picture!
You write your poetry from the heart and it is full of your feelings. That is the kind of poetry I find worth reading.
Good write...I like how you used painting (or a lack there of in this case) as an analogy to describe your feelings of emptiness. We've all been there before...we've all experienced a void in our lives...so people can definitely relate to it. You also kept it short and simple. Nice work...Top marks! -Michael
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 12:10:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I like this.....even though it portrays being blue...you left the reader with hope beacuse a blank canvas can become anything.....nice