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Blank Canvas

Poem #2

By Ashlyn HarperPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
Photo by Olya /Voloshka on Unsplash

The morning light peeked in through the dark oblivious curtains

Creating a dancing sparkle of sun to jolt her eyes open from a deep sleep

With a stretch of her arms and a sway of her hips she moved herself effortlessly

Gliding through the halls as if dancing to an unsung tune only she could hear

Moving through the motions of a practiced morning routine

She sipped her coffee while staring into the blank canvas that stared back

Waiting for it to speak a story that desperately needed to be spoken

Her brows furrowed in a deep determination to understand the unspoken words

With her pen in one hand and the empty canvas smiling a familiar gleam

She wrote the words that would conquer the world


About the Creator

Ashlyn Harper

A chaotic room of stories. My curiosities lead me in all types of directions, creating a chaotic writing pathway. I want this place to be for experimenting, improving my craft, and sharing new ideas with anyone willing to read them.

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