The Canvas of My Life

In the tattered notebook

Hidden away in a letterbox

Was a stamped quote

Long ago imprinted

In a rainbow of colors

Slightly faded

Yet jumping off the page

The words spoke to me

As if they had been placed there

For my eyes only

"Life is about using

the whole box of crayons"

Such a simple concept

But far deeper in meaning

Especially to me

For I am an artist

Not museum-worthy for sure

Nor will my work grace calendars or cards

I am more of an artist by heart

Than by trade

But the words on that page

Echoed the song in my heart

Life is to be lived, breathed

With color and rhythm

But most of all feeling

I've been saving my richer colors

For a rainy day perhaps

Inspired by the words on that page

I will now put them to use

Along with the special, limited edition ones, too

I will soak in every hue I can find

The metallics and flesh tones

The magentas, and periwinkles and burnt siennas

I will use them all

The canvas of my life awaits...