A Playful Muse
A palette of the mind,
Crayola colors now entwine
and symmetry thus unwinds
life is never color-blind.
Dreaming seas of abstract bliss,
waves of chromatic kinesis;
I would be, oh so remiss,
if inspiration, I dismissed.
As I awaken and grab a brush,
muse I never dare to hush,
to paint and easel, I do rush;
and allow her joys to gush.
Such elation she bestows,
as pigmentation begins to flow,
as if she’s dining on gateau,
dream-images emboldened glow.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2022
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