I want to paint…

I want to paint

the smell of a freshly brewed latte on a cold winter day, as the sweet smell flows around the air and the froth gets left on your lip like a cloud nestled in sky. The electric sound of the noisy whisk foaming up the steaming hot milk. The trickling tap slowly dripping down on the hard metal from the sink crawling into the drain as it swallows it whole.

I want to paint

the buzz of chattering people at the park on a sunny day. A crimson Frisbee soaring off like a rocket ship into space. A golden retriever trying to find a cat to bark at. A little girl clutching a chocolate ice cream so tightly that it might burst and make a huge mess everywhere.

I want to paint

the old wooden table at dinner time. The smell of a huge dish of mashed potatoes in an old china bowl. The constant steam floating off of the gravy pot like a wish. The warm feeling inside to know that you are having your favourite meal with your family.

I want to paint the end of this poem.