David Harris

Silver Star - 3,137 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

A Blank Canvas - Poem by David Harris

A blank canvas waits every morning
as the sun begins to rise.
It waits for me to start thinking
of what today will be my prize.
Whatever it may be, I know
a new destination will come aboard
and my creations will be my guides to follow
to new adventures I will afford,
seeking and finding the colours and words
to fill in the emptiness of my blank canvas.

Comments about A Blank Canvas by David Harris

  • Gold Star - 55,831 Points Roseann Shawiak (10/16/2013 3:15:00 AM)

    I can totally relate to this poem, every morning is a blank canvas as I watch the sun rise in silent beauty. Great poem and imagery. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

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  • Freshman - 703 Points Guy Lip-more (11/15/2012 5:34:00 PM)

    I can relate to this...good write. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 8 Points Louis Cecile (7/27/2012 1:51:00 AM)

    I enjoy the sentiments of this poem that seems perfect for those with writer's block. The last line fits so well. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 25, 2012

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