Paint

The future stretches out in a blank canvas of infinity,

All that’s left for us to do is lift our brush and paint,

Some trust their instincts, others trust divinity,

Some splash their colours while others hesitate,

But all must paint their picture regardless of their style,

All must contribute until our labours cease,

This mingled, mangled mural is ours to compile,

And its wilful wild complexity is our greatest masterpiece.

◄ Amor Fati

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Jason Bayliss

Sun 12th Jul 2020 01:25

Thanks Jennifer, and may we all continue to enjoy daubing our colours in this mingled, mangled masterpiece.

J. x

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jennifer Malden

Sat 11th Jul 2020 15:54

Hi Jason! Really like this metaphorical poem. Liked ' mingled mangled mural' and 'wilful wild complexity' in particular. A very,original way to describe our lives and how we live them.

Jennifer

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