WhatWhyHow???

This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Thursday, 19 May 2016

Paint

Canvas and paint
He relents and spatters
Not really a picture
Not that it matters
He calls it 'idiom'
But in his mind
Changes the 'm' to a 't'
And leaves it behind
Turns a new leaf
In the oldest sense
Starts a blank canvas
Some recompense
This time he thinks
Of calling it 'joy'
He'll paint what he feels
At least that's his ploy
But it doesn't work
It never does
The spatters arranged
Just because.
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