Drab
I used to question the point
Of an artist painting 'still life'
It makes sense for practice
But not as an occupation
Certainly not as an obsession
But here I am
With a fascination
For the mundane
Believing within
Lies wisdom
Perhaps like me
They don't wish
To try for a masterpiece
Or even for there to be
A suggestion they did
So if one should transpire
Whilst painting an apple
That has been painted before
Or talking about disconcertion
Then whoop de doo
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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