Thursday, 17 December 2015
Yesterday's Brush Strokes
If every day was truly a new beginning
You would paint with untamed inspiration
as your day emerged dripping with vibrant colours.
In reality morning canvases are tainted
with the marks of yesterday’s brush strokes but,
in that moment when sleep clouds your consciousness,
you anticipate a canvas that is virgin clean.
Then you remember
and you get up
and you get on with your day
because that is all there is.