Blank Canvas

When you see a blank piece of paper, what do you really see? Do you just see the color to it and the shape or size of it? Or do you look at it in wonder? Could it be that a rectangular, white piece of paper could hold the innocents of a blank canvas? When I look at a blank piece of paper, I see endless possibilities. Who would ever think that something like a piece of paper could hold art. Could hold stories. Could hold emotion. Each word or doodles on that page is art. A brush stroke made by the artist. No flaw, but just flawless. Beauty. And we still sit here and stare at it as if it accurse everyday. But it doesn't. It's one of a kind. One in a billion. Rare. Exotic. When you see a blank piece of paper, what do your really see? Do you see what could be, or what will be…
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So I don't know if it is exactly free verse or not but I wrote this the summer I was going into sixth grade and just thought that I'd post it on here. It's not that well written and I'm not sure what I was trying to say, but it was the first poem I've ever written.

~Scarlett