The Conundrum Poem by T.D. Euwaite

Colors on my palette run together,
The canvas waits for me to draw a line,
With problems in pigment I can’t measure,

Layering the base, it seems forever,
The white on white on white with no design,
Colors on my palette run together,

Paint a bird, but do not start with feathers,
The flight is something harder to define,
With problems in pigment I can’t measure,

I need a masterpiece I can treasure,
A benefactor’s impatient deadline,
Colors on my palette run together,

As if the easel and I were tethered,
I do not have the courage to resign,
With problems in pigment I can’t measure,

As shadows fall, I cannot tell whether,
The images I see are even mine,
Colors on my palette run together,
With problems in pigment I can’t measure.