PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I begin to write without a purpose,
I begin to write wihtout a thought,
My mind has nothing but the white,
And there I begin to see the beginning.

one Line is different from
Another.
Why? Because it is my
Artist's rights.
and what is Would Be Found?

oh QUIT the trying to be
SOMETHING
and exist as IS.
trying to be
Special.

just let it go,
And write whatever comes to mind,
considered poetry?

An artist makes random lines
On this Blank Canvas,
And taking it and pulling it
connect the Dots together.

Watch the sidelines, from here on.
All the world would then watch,
because one artist said so.
Call that as wrong to do,
everyone listens to fame--to get their own fame?

Jazz.
its existence, it still plays, with a
Zig Zag, playing in harmony.

But still, not quite a blank canvas?
This is arbitrary,
There is no purpose,
Impulse.

Is that what makes a blank canvas
Turn into art?
I would wish it so,
And I then, an artist.