Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Create What Will Become a Teensy Bit of Me

It began as an idea.
Hopped up on my dendrite highway.
Zoomed through my wide-open interstate and took me on a ride.
I was holding on as hard as I could.
 
A smile turned into a flat out worldwide laugh.
Idea one turned herself into upside down girl,
Flatulent gorilla, chameleon on a stick.
A poem? A canvas? A play? A book?
A novel? Possibilities overtook me
And threw me into a soft nap.
 
Ideas do this to me sometime.
To percolate prettily while I sleep.
I never color inside the box,
Because I do not see a box,
I always see a diamond or a star.
 
My hazel eyes on the prize, I took out my favorite glitzy paints and began to devour myself.
On a canvas, on the wall.
Drew the brush swiftly onto the wall and down onto the floor.
Never stopping, happily, zanily  out of control, abnormal to some,
Completely normal to me.
 
Beginning once again to create what will become a teensy bit of me...

Fully into the 
Kingdom of “be yourself” which my dancy, prancy muse and  I will leave
In my wake at my wake. 
Furiously creating a non-final me.

Written 12-14-2019    Contest: Creativity in Visual Arts
Sponsor: Line Gauthier

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Line Gauthier March 5, 2019 at 3:43 PM Beautiful poem, Caren. Too bad it was too long !! Still I could not pass help but give it a HM. Caren Krutsinger March 5, 2019 at 7:03 PM Thank you Line. I appreciate it. HM is great!

M. L. Kiser February 16, 2019 at 10:23 PM Just had to "Fav"; love this: "I never color inside the box, Because I do not see a box,"; good for you! Caren Krutsinger February 16, 2019 at 11:51 PM I never have, never will. I think it has something to do with the fact that I wore a glove for a year so I could not use my left hand. I became a wild woman after that dhramned glove finally came off. Thank you first grade teacher, and thank you Mom for agreeing with that insanity.

Michelle Faulkner February 14, 2019 at 11:20 PM I knew you would do this contest, Caren, it was custom made for you! Always enjoy these visits with your dancy, prancy muse! Caren Krutsinger February 15, 2019 at 2:55 AM I almost did not throw in dancy, prancy, because I figured it would give me away, but I tried to do it without it and it did not work. Ha!