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I NEED AN IDEA

I need an idea, ‘cuz I want to paint,
The desire is here, but inspiration, it ain’t!
I’ve looked through my photos,
I’ve walked ‘round the town,
And nothing’s outstanding,
It’s gotten me down.

I’ve checked in the garden, and under a rock,
I’ve climbed up a tree, and looked down by the dock,
There’s nothing that’s waiting,
For me to appear,
And trap it in time,
With my paint and veneer.

No dogs, cats or butterflies out and about,
It’s saddened me really, and I walk with a pout.
But wait, what’s that yonder?
An old pair of shoes,
Left in the trash can,
Now I wonder whose?

What story can they tell, with their holes and no lace?
I can’t wait to hear it, as my canvas I face.
Ever so carefully,
I pick up a brush,
With my heart all excited,
And my cheeks all a-flush.

Sometimes the simplest of things are the best,
Yet we keep on seeking from east to the west,
Looking for better,
And bolder, more bright,
When we finally stop,
We oft see the light.

Now I am so happy, my muse finally sate,
The shoes are remembered, I’ve recorded their fate,
But better than that,
And more aptly put,
I’ve learned to see more,
Than just what’s afoot.

By Susan Abma

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