Whoa. I got behind yet again. Where the heck did November go? I've been scribbling thoughts in my notebook, some of which will become poems on this-here blog and other thoughts which will assemble themselves into a story of some sort.
Orange-yellow paint offends
so she sits with a paintbrush to fix
and the child behind her
paints as well
reminding her
that they are artists
but she is far
far away
painting over the yellow-orange
and painting over
a part of herself
As she sits
and stares at the wall,
Lady paints the blues
paints the walls blue
paints the blues away
Rambling thoughts from someone who thinks being barefoot on a spring, summer or fall day is one of the best feelings there is. Freelance ideas from a not-quite freelance writer.
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