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Painter Place
I have a special painter place.
It’s deep inside my head
And when life becomes too drab
I just go there instead.
I can express myself fully
In any way I care
And so I do it with colours
And splash them everywhere.
In my great imagination
Masterpieces I paint
That hang high from walls of honour
In beauty to tempt a saint.
When I’m angry I throw on red
In wild, rich profusion.
There is no question how I feel.
There is no confusion.
Blue’s the colour to calm me down,
It’s used liberally.
Azure, cerulean, turquoise
Flowing for all to see.
The mystery of purple dares
A little depth to add
Misty mauve and plum purple tones
Are thrown when feeling sad.
How I love to daub on yellow
And watch it as it spreads,
Undulating creatively
As with others it weds.
From these unions come oranges
And many shades of green,
Filling in my fine thought painting
In colours ne'er 'fore seen.
My paintings pulse with all colours.’
They make me feel quite rich.
They express my emotions well-
Oft done at fever pitch.
I glory in my painter place.
I use it every day.
Those colours intermingle well.
Would that men be that way!
Here’s some advice for you, my friend,
So you won’t be ruing
Don’t interrupt a ‘day dreamer’-
Who know what she’s doing ?
