Posted in Life, Poetry, Prose

Painting a Picture

Painting a picture
just not being very
good, at doing
The colors won’t
cooperate, and I want
to blame someone else
than me,
My true talent
for painting, it seems
is painting outside
of the lines
that don’t exist
in the first place



Just an American lost in Denmark. The past few weeks being back in the good old USA. It is like Aliens have taken over my mind, changing it from what I knew to what I know. It might be the heat, or it might be the influence of hearing English 24 hours a day, but whatever the cause, it is only temporary while dealing with this time and space.

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