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Not In The Mood To Paint
I'm not in the mood,
to paint tomorrow.
I'm not really in the mood.
If I'm not in the mood, should I paint
or wait?
But what else to do on tomorrow's date?
What else to do but paint,
with delight,
in blues and browns,
and a touch of white,
but really it's true
as I write to you
that I'm not in the mood at all.
I'm sad and feel hopeless,
alone, in a state,
and I'm not in the mood for love,
or paint.
My painting could wait,
but wait for what?
A distant day... perhaps it would not,
so perhaps I'll change my mood,
and read about art.
Perhaps that would be a start,
to lighten the air,
and then I might find
the spark I have lost,
the light from an angel or saint,
and then I will paint,
with love and carefree,
and paint as I'd want to,
as I want it to be,
and I'd feel in the mood,
full of passion once more,
and I'd sense fate, and destiny!
behind my closed door.
I'd recall when I started,
when with joy could not rest,
and I'll get up tomorrow
and paint at my best.
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