The World Is A Canvas... Poem by Kit Ludlow

The world is a canvas for those that seek out art.
We paint ourselves within it- focus on details,
Blur anguish into pulsing impressions of heart.

Eyes look over it- many with a passing glance-
But we, artist, know how to color with the pales
And illuminate chance in a dance of romance.

The word of God- poets know it as poetry-
Hangs on lips of those that wet the brush with a kiss
And banish oblivion through imaginary.

"Decadent." - those who cannot create beauty say.
They are foolish blots but one must ask themselves this:
If beauty is truth, a mirror to nature's ways,

Why does the world wants change, to fade from views of grace?
It does so for others to trace hope into place.