Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Efficaciousness has never been my strong suit
I try and try but never can my own horn toot
I simply want to paint a picture of something 
Which is in my head but on my paper is nothing

I can take up the oils, acrylics, pencil or chalk
But I sit at the easel, arms raised and balk 
The floor is spattered with all kinds of paint
My mind says go, but my fingers say I will taint

As papers pile up high on the floor
I think that I hear a knock on my door
The visitors say are you going to be there all day
They can’t coerce me, no matter what they say

But now the light is growing very dim
As night comes, I think that it’s time to turn in
But I will certainly be back here tomorrow
A little delay coming my way won’t cause sorrow

© Copyright 2003.08.23 by Jean E. Gorney