This was inspired by Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry #11. To see the words and to join in, follow the link! Also, I just realized that I did not follow the prompt very closely, but I’m linking anyway. 🙂
These days repeat on grayish monotony,
Mined from the same quarry
As Sisyphus’s boulder, repeating
Tired as an old barn, paint peeling.
Some ruby slippers to free me
From this anti-Oz would be appealing.