The Painter Poem by Ryan Lee Morris

In front of the blank canvas he stares.
The painter searches for his subject from within.
A maze of emotion,
A journey through both joy and sorrow.
The brush, an extension of his experience.
The paint, his journey through emotions past and present.
The canvas, his link that brings it all together.
His subject is sketched out.
Beginning at the center and slowly working to the border.
He looks at his palette of emotion,
Wondering which feeling he will color in first.
Starting from the center, and working his way outward.
Each feeling, painstakingly relived.
He travels effortlessly through time.
As he adds the final touch,
A tear.
As one rolls down his face.
He has become one with his creation,
His creation, also one with him.
What began on the outside,
Lay dormant in the center.
Painted many years before it touched the canvas
Rediscovered and uncovered,
For the whole world to see.
Every moment, a masterpiece is created.
Waiting for the painter, to bring it back to life.
Connecting past, present and future.
Becoming immortal.