Shari's Telling Stories

At first blush
it may appear to be
regular white paper
from an unimportant source.

And really the source
is not the key.
What matters is
what the creative eye sees.

Gazing at it for a minute
or so, slowly
as if seeping up from beneath
shapes, letters, colors
begin to bleed through
for only one so inclined
to trace, color, write
so others can see.

And they’ll know:
It’s the magic of talent.
In the craftsman’s hands
there’s truly no such thing
as regular white paper.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

This poem is for the napowrimo prompt #2, acronym switcheroo. Visit the post to see the details of this prompt. I used the first meaning to pop up, regular white paper.