Living Subconscious Patterns
I feel yellow and orange and swirls begin
Prancing and dancing, smiling with mirth
What about pops of white? My muse asks.
I shush her, because I am in a swirly mode.
Hot pink drops into my dendrite field.
She is all about herself, living her best life.
I have no choice, so I add her to my soul.
Friday has never felt so dazzling!
Silver? Gold? Purple? The majestic colors.
Would solid be appropriate? Layers upon layers of bliss.
My muse dares not speak, wondering where I am going.
I am all about checks now. They are always red and black.
Unsure why, but suspect it is due to my grandmother’s afghan.
My mother completed it a week before grandma died.
It was a crocheted beauty, which stimulates red and black.
I begin to paint in this memory, not recognizing the significance.
Glittery, happy, joyful dashes and drops
Complete my exuberance today.
I feel myself easily.
Living subconscious patterns.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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