Writingpainting
Writing/Painting
Written: by Tom Wright
7-4-2016
Each day starts like a painting void of paint,
And brush strokes don’t come easy every day.
I’ve nothing to show so far but lines so faint,
Competing forces oft cause thoughts to stray.
Perhaps the words I’ve sought aren’t for today,
And at day’s end my canvas remains empty.
At least I’ve had opportunity to have my say,
And in his presence Satan did not tempt me.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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