Artist's blankA Poem by Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)A silly bit of nonsense I can't paint
Artist’s blank
A blessed sigh was all that gathered From her dry mouth it felt like some old dagger She turned to rise and neatly walked To the kitchen she did stalk Upon her travel to her dirty sink She saw her cat run under something pink Her old jumper left on floor so soft and warm Was laying waiting to be just worn She'd been awake all through the night And tea and toast and bed seemed to be in near clear sight Why can't I paint a single thing she mused As she sipped her warm and sweet hot brew Oh what is this life for me I can't even draw one single tree Her tears they fell into her cup of warm brewed tea She went to sleep that early morn in that grey cold dawn And as she dreamt her tears were soaked upon the linen of light brown torn She awoke with such a start her cat had tickled her hair So with each step down to her blank canvas over there She knew that this painting would be her best It's of my cat and me at last Asleep lying under my unfinished oak tree With that Image in mind she smiled with artists glee No sighs no tears today Just a bring it on sort of day The painting finished framed and packed On back seat of her old pink Cadillac © 2023 Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Reviews
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8 Reviews Added on May 21, 2017 Last Updated on January 14, 2023 AuthorJulie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Sydney , AustraliaAboutAmateur old poet well not that old but not a young 20 anymore I live to write I write at least five poems ditties every weekend and a few during week I write quickly it just flows and bu.. more..Writing
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