My Daily Drawing Time
Days offer so much scope,
To lands unforeseen trope;
My stretch reckons my lilt,
To be my diadem and kilt.
Only black hair contends,
White face stilly commends;
Mundane navy blue t-shirt,
Cannot specify any dirt.
My creature pencils my air,
My feelings, sights and stare;
Blue scribblings necessitate,
My voice so consummate.
Long beige, neutral curtains,
Still the room which remains,
No matter how I express,
My happiness or distress.
Rhoda Monihan
6th November 2015
Copyright © Dominique Webb | Year Posted 2015
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