My Canvas Blank

Turn, pause, turn, pause, and turn again.
Days in and daze out the wrench rules
My mind's domain.

That, my times past.  This, my new will:
Each morn, I greet a canvas blank
Begging its fill

Of my dreams, fancies, all my thoughts,
Demanding a life of their own
Free in my plots.

Yet, day in, out, all dreams defied
My canvas blank waits, stands, confronts,
Pity denied.

'Tis true, our tyrannies we choose.
And this one was freely embarked.
'Tween wrench and blank
I dare not but
Follow the muse.

© Jeff Stilwell 2012