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