It happened when I least expected it,
A spark of inspiration.
I stared at a blank canvas
And brandished my paintbrush.
The spark, my interest.
The canvas, my vision.
The brush, my instrument.
It started with a single stroke,
A flick of the wrist.
It was small, and it wavered,
But it began my masterpiece.
Every day my painting progressed.
The additions started out insignificant,
But over time, my idea
Was beginning to take shape.
At times it was the only thing I could think about.
When the sun bid farewell, I painted by the light of the moon,
And it was beautiful.
So beautiful that
For months I persisted
Despite the inevitable truth.
It would never be complete.
No matter how many hours,
Or days,
Or years,
I would never finish the painting.
No matter how many colors,
Or details,
Or shapes,
I would never finish the painting.
But I didnt stop,
Because no matter how futile my efforts,
No matter how imperfect my work,
It was easier to stare at pointless beauty,
Than to begin again,
And stare at a blank canvas,
Waiting for a new spark
That may never come.
A spark of inspiration.
I stared at a blank canvas
And brandished my paintbrush.
The spark, my interest.
The canvas, my vision.
The brush, my instrument.
It started with a single stroke,
A flick of the wrist.
It was small, and it wavered,
But it began my masterpiece.
Every day my painting progressed.
The additions started out insignificant,
But over time, my idea
Was beginning to take shape.
At times it was the only thing I could think about.
When the sun bid farewell, I painted by the light of the moon,
And it was beautiful.
So beautiful that
For months I persisted
Despite the inevitable truth.
It would never be complete.
No matter how many hours,
Or days,
Or years,
I would never finish the painting.
No matter how many colors,
Or details,
Or shapes,
I would never finish the painting.
But I didnt stop,
Because no matter how futile my efforts,
No matter how imperfect my work,
It was easier to stare at pointless beauty,
Than to begin again,
And stare at a blank canvas,
Waiting for a new spark
That may never come.