Watching Paint Dry Poem by Shaun Cronick
Watching Paint Dry
Its been one hell of a day,
My painting is almost complete.
Tomorrow sees the second coat,
For now, I'm dead on my feet.
All exterior walls shine white,
The street's mini Taj Mahal.
Should I have a beer or two,
Damn right, I believe I shall.
Many thoughts spring to my mind,
As the tin of brilliant white I apply.
Most welcomed ideas for new poems,
Are greater than watching paint dry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/17/2025 12:16:58 PM # 1.0.0
What a lovely poem, Shaun. So mellifluous when read and with great rhyme. Painting is a fun and pragmatic way to combat boredom. Beautifully crafted . Loved reading it.
Thank you Rose Marie for another most kind and gracious comment. I'm glad you enjoyed reading it. The painting now complete and ideas for new poems and to finish off uncompleted or sequels to begins tomorrow eve'. To clear my messy decks so to speak. Hang in there good Rose Marie, stay healthy and the loved ones around you. Shaun.