Unwritten Soul

The Black Canvas - Poem by Unwritten Soul

We born as life painters
A gift received when I reached this world
The canvas, the black one given to me
For i started all from early beginning
From this plain beautiful dark
To paint mine on black not white
Like most of you own
But mine should not be wasted
For us to breathe the brush
Bringing life from the pictures
As I said, in our own life we are the artist
So do i here challenged
To paint my own reflection
In this black canvas
In different beginning
On my canvas
My black canvas

Yet, all colours for me too
Same as what you all have in your hands
Though not white i have like yours
Nothing lack to be in my canvas
As I compared me as a black pearl
My life is a black beauty
On the black canvas
Flows in continuous art
Art that rare from others
Performed as i wish
In this black canvas, black canvas
It only just at the beginning
Not yet reach the ending

Seduce the crimson of roses
Chant my soul to steal blue from the moon
All colors i consumed in touch of the grace beauty
As if it was done by a celestial galaxy touch
On the midnight sky
Beauty in the dark
And i touch to mine
Giving the same to my canvas
My black canvas
...Now for it birthing an art
The art delivered on the black canvas
Emerging in a newly life

I may began with the black one
A gift that i had once i reached here
No, it's not over, not the end, too early to loose
Why should i surrender from brushing beautiful muse
Because I am stand here as an artist to my own life
It's not the end, just the beginning
Giving the best colors on it
My soul still painting life
It will be the beautiful one
Never down to be different
Though it just a black canvas at the beginning
The last touch, it telling me that beauty is mine
Even beautiful than a white canvas could do
Portrait of my life will be finished
With my smiles and beautiful
In this black canvas
My own black canvas
Whenever i return it back to the owner
To show to
The One above

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Still in editing process, just dropped it now..cant wait to share..LOL

I writing this as i tried to convey
Our life started with empty touch on canvas
if you have a very bad life at early age or at one time in your life
it just like a black canvas, your life is...
Some of us may have dark canvas when they born
but dont underestimate the black canvas
It still can produce a masterpiece painting at the end
if you know how to recover or painted it with graceful touch
Dark life will be gone, as the colors have emerged
at the end the beautiful painting will be finished
and displayed gracefully...even after we die and gone
A lesson that how a not so good started can be great one at the end
It's in your hand, in your hand....on our own canvas.._Soul

Comments about The Black Canvas by Unwritten Soul

  • Tom Allport (8/24/2017 8:46:00 AM)

    a truly wonderful inspiring poem of how one is creating a beautiful masterpiece that is full of only good things? ...................well written US. (Report) Reply

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  • (6/17/2017 11:35:00 PM)

    A great work, Soul. This reminds me that black absorbs all colours. Perhaps some see that as problematic as none of the light is reflected back. Perhaps a more profound way to observe the black canvas is to see that it is inviting and welcoming of all, and because of that, truly inspiring. Emerging in new life indeed! Again, a great poem, Soul. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (11/15/2016 6:41:00 AM)

    Born to love and to learn! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • (9/28/2013 9:12:00 AM)

    We are truly blank canvases and the picture can change throughout our lives. Good thoughts. (Report) Reply

  • Neela Nath Das (9/11/2013 8:57:00 PM)

    Brilliant write! O Soul, you are great as a painter and poet as well.Love your art painter-poet! (Report) Reply

  • (9/10/2013 11:15:00 PM)

    chant my soul to steal blue from the moon...
    love that verse....
    Great writing! ! !
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  • Kalpana Shah (9/10/2013 1:26:00 AM)

    same with me... zero has a tendency to convert into unfathomable creativity (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (9/4/2013 9:47:00 PM)

    U.S., thanks for sharing. someday i may get around to sending a message with more editing comments from me. LET ME KNOW WHEN your EDITING WORK IS DONE! ! thanks for the poet's note; very helpful for understanding poem. as for too early to loose....i think you want lose? it is an easy mistake to make, if it is a mistake!
    the idea of being able to improve ones life conditions through determination and hard and/or steady work or skill/art is appealing, though i don't think the opportunity is available to all. :) bri
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  • Shahzia Batool (9/4/2013 9:11:00 AM)

    The life summarized...from an angle of the sensitive artist... the colors and canvas symbolism works great! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • (9/1/2013 2:10:00 AM)

    All colours likely to mix with love, love to read this poem again (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (8/31/2013 11:25:00 PM)

    When Soul paints the canvas assumes different proportions and the black background is simply yet another privileged base. An enviably well crafted draft and I share the view of Diane Hine, dear Soul. (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine (8/30/2013 8:25:00 AM)

    Well, we don't have your artistic talent Soul but we can share the feeling behind your words. (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (8/30/2013 6:25:00 AM)

    Truly amazing words Soul, with your notes filling us all in. One to truly save (Report) Reply

  • Neela Nath Das (8/30/2013 12:21:00 AM)

    I know you are now sparkling. That's much for me.Shine! Shine! Be blessed always.It's your art which has portrayed a phase that was dark.Good theme indeed! (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins (8/29/2013 3:37:00 PM)

    it does not matter from where one comes its where are they going thats important. good read (Report) Reply

  • (8/29/2013 2:36:00 AM)

    Some of us really relate to this poem Soul, they say it doesn't matter how you started but the end matters...I agree with you in every word.
    Siya_! !
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  • Geetha Jayakumar (8/28/2013 11:15:00 AM)

    Yes, beautiful write, I just loved it the way you wrote..It was not in our hand that we can choose white or black canvas but definitely it was in our hand to make the best and best out of it..Some ones life starts with hurdles and keep on fighting till the end, but a canvas is filled with different colours, you stands out to be the best..As you had carefully chosen each colours and shades....I loved it... (Report) Reply

  • Farah Ilyas (8/28/2013 10:15:00 AM)

    As in our own life we are the artist...yeap agreed but we r object too.
    Canvas must be needed to change otherwise, how we worth the real achievement in life?
    Fully justified poem, here poem too painted as no one else can do.
    keep painting at its climax as u do ever.: -)
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  • Musafir .. (8/27/2013 11:43:00 PM)

    this is a wonderful poem... the lines are full with vitality of life, , , many great personalities have seen worst phase in life, , but they were never afraid to draw or fill colors in that phase (BLACK CANVAS) ... nice written SOUL.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013

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