When I look down at a blank page, <br />I see only white paper and no marks <br />It waits for my pen to create something <br />Like a poem or drawing in its final stage. <br /> <br />It’s an adventure waiting to be born. <br />There are so many ideas to design, <br />But how to start is always the hard part. <br />Slowly my pencil scribbles some forms. <br /> <br />Those lines just danced round and round. <br />This time my views weren’t made of words <br />But of a sketch of beautiful snow mountains, <br />With cows and goats marching the grounds. <br /> <br />When I finally finished my illustration, <br />I framed it, and hung it in my hallway <br />For all eyes who wished to see my work? <br />Praise always waits for the artist’s creation. <br /> <br />An artist must present itself for all to see <br />Not left closed in a portfolio for single eyes <br />It is a long quest that starts from ones heart <br />And a clear sheet raises the curtain of dreams.<br /><br />Monica Engeler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-blank-page-4/
