when the canvas was plain.
Clean brushes we picked up to
dip into the colors of youth,
Choices of hope
to build masterpieces
for tomorrows.
Now we try to patch the
old paint, and sit in front
of a canvas cluttered…
© CMM 2014
Creative Writings by published poet Christine McNeill-Matteson
when the canvas was plain.
Clean brushes we picked up to
dip into the colors of youth,
Choices of hope
to build masterpieces
for tomorrows.
Now we try to patch the
old paint, and sit in front
of a canvas cluttered…
© CMM 2014
I was young and aimless, now I am just aimless 🙂