Blank Canvas

Surrender the brushes,

The pallets, the paint—

You are much too in love

With pictures.

You work with colors;

Two dimensional,

Blending yet not

Becoming.

Love, when will you learn

To paint with the

Mind and not

Just eyes

Spend days locked

Away with a canvas

And you look to see

Paint-- not poetry.

Will those fingers

Ever Learn to

Feel…