The doodle

The doodle

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The drawing screamed
in black and white
“ Don’t colour me in!”

But too late
it was out
of my hands.

© 2022 andrew mitchell


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Ada
It's funny when you are an artist you can never predict how a piece will turn...since it's all so impromptu...cool

Posted 4 Years Ago


As a watercolour artist I relate..
but also relate to your poem emotionally using your words as a metaphor for life..
Lisa

Posted 4 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

Thank you For your words Lisa.
Lisasview

4 Years Ago

you are most welcome..
Ha, you just reminded me of our Beth's doodles on the wall in the hallway when she discovered she could hold a pencil and leave her mark :)) Thankfully we still had a tin of the original paint, so doodles were erased and paper provided instead. Such a nice little memory.

Chris

Posted 4 Years Ago


Oh damn...Ted Turner got hold of it.
And like so many others, he ruined it.

Posted 4 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

Haha thanks Jacob.
oh that poor doodle. Sometimes a little drawing is best seen in black and white. Perhaps I'm just not good at coloring some of the drawings I doodle.

Posted 4 Years Ago



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Added on January 1, 2022
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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