Liilia Talts Morrison

Gold Star - 4,968 Points (August 20,1937 / Estonia)

Painter's Block - Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

The canvas sits in expectation
Of gentle strokes with sable brush
Warm hand to channel the creation
Of beauteous blooms in colors lush

Ah, but the table sits in waiting
A little pile of pigment dust
To tempt the painter as if baiting
In flames of beauty to combust

Where are the paints, and where the painter
Why are those still lifes incomplete?
Each day my will and wish grow fainter
To face the task and sloth unseat

The canvas sits in expectation
Of gentle strokes with sable brush
Warm hand to channel the creation
Of beauteous blooms in colors lush.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I've been given lots of paint and brushes. Now, it's time to use them.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 20, 2012



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