To sit upon this wooden chair Before this plain white wall, May seem, to you, to be quite odd To me it does enthrall. I take in all the vacant space And let my eyes caress The symmetry and peacefulness …And I really must confess, The nothingness before me Draws me in, in such a way As I wrap myself in plain, white wall … my mind begins to play
From that tiny smudge of blue emerge Kaleidescopes of clay Which carouse across the vacant space In a most artistic way, In small concentric circles In a patterned, frenzied style They fill the background with mosaic Of a gold and reddish tile, With rooster tails of livid green And dancing through the scene, A spangled hand of aqua blue Paints off a sequined theme., Some dancing naked maidens Cavort pinkly in the pool And a flight of silver satyrs Scamper in and act the fool. The roaring sound of raindrops, The rush of welling tears, There’s the thrill of my involvement …and then “Ping” It disappears!
My plain white wall’s in front of me, I’m sitting on that stool. I sneak a peak, to check and see, If someone’s being cruel. My sister caught me out one day, She roared with earthy glee And pointed her fat finger That girl made fun of me. It’s really a small price to pay To be a strange oddball. I’d rather suffer this than leave To watch ANOTHER wall.
I sit upon this wooden chair Before this plain white wall, May seem, to you, to be quite odd To me it does enthrall…..