A Painter’s Song

I once travelled a busy road,

Multi-colored, painted with swirling hues of orange and gold.

That road is closed now,

Sallow grey, cracked and broken from the weight of time.

 

My road today is a lonely trail,

Blue and red brush strokes tag the landscape like bad graffiti.

I work that road each day,

Burnt umber, wracked and rutted from the salty winter rain.

 

Fitful sleep disrupts my dreams,

Pink and purple tinges promise light through my window pane.

Restless nights are mine,

Colorless and starved for warmth, I tug at a blanket too thin.

 

I long for a new causeway.

Calming shades, trimmed in glossy white, frame the path.

That bridge is around each curve,

Solid blue sky meets the road, humming softly beneath my wheels.

 

 

Daily Post: Prompt <a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/paint/”>Paint</a&gt;

 

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About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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