Extravaganza

Creative side suddenly began to flourish With mom's home interioir design. Now I foster it, fully embrace and nourish. Goals with my actions are to be aligned. Vivid colors, textures, shapes, patterns, and sly styles I could have spent hours choosing window blinds. Visit furnuture stores in radius of miles. Came unnoticed in myself. Was I blind? I am not prone to impulsive decisions Today fell in love with furtinute piece. I have a dream house and in which I envision It. My unborn child would play with my niece. House is not big but pragmatic yet elegant. Three bedrooms, dining room, a vestibule. My daughter rattles a lot, whistles, sometimes chants Songs yet it is never a ridicule. I am hoping my vision is not a kitsch. On Sundays we don't visit nearby church. I'm hoping to discover my magic mood switch. Next to the house there's a forest of birch. Another side of myself is somewhat nerdy. Software, data structures, algorithms. Plus one's ground underneath has got to be sturdy Yet I dream of theater, rhythms and myths. My muse was not with me when I was a student When I possessed all the time in the world. Now I work, I am an adult, so prudent. Wish my creativity could be sold. I like extreme comparison, enjoy grotesque. Use them in emerging poem fables. It's burlesque: I sit the day thrgouh at my work desk Struggling to make sense of Excel tables. I simply adore tight six syllable stanza Through it's harder to bring the point across. But it is compact and mere extravaganza! It's mine therefore I have to bear this cross...