Painting Poems

There once was a lady named Deirdre Who wasn’t feeling herself since February It was now noon in the month of June When the sun was shining in upon the drabby walls in her living room It had been nearly a decade since a roller last touched those walls With Read more…

As I lie there staring at the cracks in my pure brilliant white ceiling I started to ponder on life’s true meaning I mean if I cannot address this crack in the right way How can I ensure my life doesn’t astray Some think I over-dramatic for having such thoughts Read more…