By: Rm8sal~.

The embryo of ideas- stirs within-
I know not comfort of decision,
I collect my tools and dreams-turn
to face the virgin space.
The agony begins—it rests
upon me now,
will it be somber hues
in monochromatic scheme
or colors of the rainbow
that carry thru the scene or
a view of happy colors
of meadows lush with green-
a scrap of driftwood drab
washed in from the shore or
smiling sky with clouds afloat
that fills the heart with joy?
The canvas stares back waiting..
I hover colors all- and leave
the fate of a finished work
to the moment-of the call.

Madeline Salvaggio