Why on earth would I wax the ceiling?
Is the paint up there so badly peeling?

I look up, and to my own eyes
It’s only then do I realize

Ragged pieces, hang and flutter
The cobwebs hide the messy clutter

What shall I do, I can’t stand by
Oh, why must ceilings be so high?

Perhaps, I could try, sealing wax
That’s one sure way to hide the cracks

So, when people look up, all they’ll see
Are the pieces now stuck, to the ceiling and me

Writing Prompt – Ceiling Wax – Day 28/30

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Visions, like chalk on a blank slate

Smudged and smeared, patterns

Forming pictures, erased and retraced

Breathing life into empty spaces

That lay naked, unconcealed

Like a facade, to pretty them up

Window-dressings for my thoughts

Writing Prompt – Naked Canvas – Day 25/30

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