How about GloPoWriMo 2025?
why i am not a painter
I was sure there was no money in it.
I just cannot cut it with a palette knife, no way.
Sometimes the morning is so beautiful I forgot to count its colours.
I hear an inner voice saying "you cannot paint", and i am confused.
I heard you can stay an amateur, forever.
The brush whispers to the ear but it would not listen.
Sometimes the morning is so grey I do not want to get out of bed.
I hear my missus saying "you cannot paint, go figure out the bills".
18/04/2025
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Yeah, yeah, one week without a post. Everyday boring stuff has a stiff grip. The Day 3 prompt at naporiwrimo.net asks us to write a poem explaining why we are not a painter but some other thing else, in the vein of Frank O'Hara's "Why I Am Not a Painter". Did I get that right?
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2025
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