I can’t listen to you

I can’t
Listen to you
I don’t know what I’ll do
If I listen to you
What I would think
If I were, to listen to you
I mustn’t, I can’t
I won’t
Listen to you

Through music
You touch
Through words and prose
You praise
Through light and shadow
You show
But I mustn’t, I can’t
I won’t
Listen to you

You wink and nod
For me to listen to you
You edge closer
So I can hear you
You become humorous
So that I laugh at you
But I mustn’t, I can’t
I won’t
Listen to you

You lead me astray
When I listen to you
I end up alone in wonderland
After listening to you
I forget to eat and sleep
From listening to you
So I mustn’t, I can’t
I won’t
Listen to you

Unless you can promise to be
Normal yet original and
Always nice
Remind me to eat, sleep and
Wash my clothes
Promise to be understood by others and
Hopefully pay my bills
Then I must, I can
I will
Listen to you

Until then,
Ever so quietly
Ever so gently
Ever so beautifully
It’ll be our secret
That I,
Listen
To
You.

Who am I talking to?

Right now my grumbling tummy think’s it’s him I won’t listen to. (Hmm, my tummy is a he, not a she??)

I’m including another drawing in pastel. A nude. No it is not this naked, armless lady with uneven butt-cheeks that I am not listening to(o)? either. Just thought I would add her because it is colourful and I can’t see her taking up a whole post and my mum would want to see her.

Nude in pastel and charcoal

Nude in pastel and charcoal

I drew this nude based on a charcoal drawing in a book titled ‘The Human Figure’ by John H. Vanderpoel.

 

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