Hi Gary,
I enjoyed the line:
'coalesces into a laundry list'...
And really like the last stanza.
A very true scenario for many.
Best regards,
Deborah
Part-time Painter
bit by diminutive bit
every splash and dash
dot and dribble
coalesces into a laundry list of colors
almost the green of spring wheat
almost the red-brown of autumn leaves
never quite more than paint-by-number
a weak impression of Renoir
badly mounted in a skewed frame
glue dripping from the corners
paint pots covered
brushes returned to their oil-streaked jar
for want of a nail
for lack of a wall
the canvas leaned against the stairs
company for mice
Mexican pottery made in China
and a pair of leaky galoshes
indigo eyes seem to follow
my preparations for lunch
mayo smelled
perhaps left on the counter too long
morels picked from beneath dead roses
examined
against a sketch of edible mushrooms
clipped from the Sunday supplement
a shirt of disparate colors
thrown over the back of the chair
as if it will be worn again
April: Arthur Seeley and Gary poetry poems at:
http://gardawg.homestead.com/gardawg.html --- Writer's Hood at
http://www.writershood.com/..... Poets for Peace.... ˇPoemas sí, balas no!
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