the empty canvas (a poem)


an empty canvas stands

in my living room waiting

hidden behind the layers of white

a myriad images call to me

begging me to coax them into being

clamoring for attention

paint me! one calls

no, me! croons another

me…me…me… another pleads

and yet another merely stares

with eyeless sight

the tubes and bottles of paint

sit silently accusing me of indecision

my brushes whisper hissing

static releasing sparks in the crisp september air.

© Cindy Lapeña, 2013