Mind Canvas

In a moment, I will fill this pristine page
with words, small ones and big ones
mixed with a sprinkling of commas and apostrophes.
I will select beautiful words, powerful words,
to paint a picture that is developing in my mind.
I cannot rush to write.
The canvas is not complete, the inner artist still works.
When the last brush stroke is lifted from the mind creation,
I will begin to shape letters into words,
words into flowing streams of thought until
I can sit back, taste the last sip of coffee and smile.
There it is.
A Poem