Empty Canvas Poem by gershon hepner

Empty as a canvas, waiting for
an artist who might paint her,
her image without clothes she wore
to hide in seemed far fainter
than outlines that are sometimes drawn
by artists as a sketch.
Umodeled, feeling quite forlorn,
she thought herself a wretch
until she was inspired to
draw on her self, translated
into the masterpiece we view,
the void by her vacated.

“I was an empty canvas, waiting for someone to inspire me to draw on myself.”

5/24/09