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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Each day I wake as if I hold a sable brush in my hand ready to paint upon a canvas what cannot be planned. Or a pen to write about fantasies and adventures I find in playground of imagination, I clearly see in my mind when my mental imagery decides it wants to run wild. I envision illusions of life as through the eyes of a child. This is how it works ~ Try to understand that we're only young until we're not so, my creative image can be a battleship, a dreadnaught. Some days I feel glum and paint a fence without a gate then I blend many bright colors until I'm forced to wait for my fantasies to find a way to escape from this slump by painting myself on a horse, leaping the fence in a jump. A dark verse takes me to the playground's furthest edge where I dare to dangerously stand, teetering on a ledge This is how it works ~ I search the depths inside myself for things I would like then become a child of four, telling stress to take a hike. My brush strokes are bold when in good spirits and I fly, but spilled ink splotches appear like tears when I cry. I can paint in pastels when I imagine hope on the horizon. There are no color rules or limits when my hues can enliven. Limericks come to mind, so with a sharp pencil I start to write fairytales of whales, or a rainbow appearing in the sunlight. This is how it works ~ I cry until I laugh because on my playground, I can do anything The word 'can't,' doesn't exist, and every season can be Spring. My inspirations can be motivated by the world around me... A mirrored lake reflecting Autumn's colors in red maple trees Mountain tops crested with snow that dawn turns bright gold. It's all there when my inventive mind decides to take hold. In my imaginary place, I'm a princess, an ogre, or a dragonfly a feline with nine lives or anything I conceive in my mind's eye. This is how it works ~ Everyone lives until they die, fearing that moment of death but in my playground of imagination, I never take a final breath I've amassed an art gallery filled with varied canvased forms, pastoral scenes of comfort and those with thunderous storms. I never paint over the artistry my perceptions have created for if my imagination has an ego, I wouldn't want it deflated. I've written pages of poetry to fill a library packed with tomes and each poem or story is a depiction of where figment roams This is how it works ~ I love until I don't, never admit I won't, and never take for granted anything in playground of imagination where my life is enchanted.
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