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We Began Anew

to animate  imagination
I chose cashmere, apricot, opal and platinum
soul’s command center smiled
puddles of ideas came swiftly
I discarded them
Tossing them into the stream of nowhere 
tantalizing whiskey wishes played in my dendrite field
I tossed these tidbits and trinkets aside
Sycamore stem of consciousness rolled her eyes
I slapped a mean name tag on her trunk
Dendrite field used its largest pinkest eraser
We began anew
My spirit guides began playing with the ignition switch
My muse slapped me upside the head
When is it our turn? She asked me.
I truly had no answer.

Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021

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Akkina Downing Date: 1/15/2021 6:06:00 PM I totally agree with them below, YOU ARE A BRILLIANT POETESS! Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 1/16/2021 4:48:00 PM Akkina, when are you going to come and live with me? You and Regina are both guilty of giving Trixie and I our BIG HEADs!

David Kavanagh Date: 1/15/2021 2:04:00 PM Where did you find such words Caren, tantalizing whiskey wishes played in my dendrite field, I reckon you’ve more than one muse on the go, simply brilliant, going from strength to strength, cheers David Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 1/15/2021 5:27:00 PM I have the main muse, and then she has two assistants. I will never learn their names. They have been warned to stay a secret; Trixie is a force.

Jennifer Proxenos Date: 1/15/2021 11:19:00 AM Wow Caren is Trixie responsible for all of this - but you guys are together too long and deep down you love each other. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer. Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 1/15/2021 5:28:00 PM We are having fun, playing, for sure, Jennifer. All we do is PLAY!

Sally Eslinger Date: 1/14/2021 7:31:00 PM My goodness! You seem an apt Genera of a physical battlefield observing the war through phrasing binoculars, sitting beyond the scene, taking notes & battlefield reports as a poet/bystander in your own objective bubble of peace. Applause you might tell Muse she is getting thru well... Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 1/15/2021 6:12:00 AM Muse is Trixie, and she is gloating now which is so much nicer than when she pouts and slaps me upside the head.