What Is the Mood of the Day
A pink whistle, a shrill siren, a spilled bottle of ink,
Vibrant India, the blue stuff, silver spilled in the sink,
I never know what kinds of amazing things will come through.
What will my assertive muse in charge of me make me do?
Will it be faeries today? Or cinnamon rolls? A garden missive?
A bumble bee rose clocker-shocker, will it be something priss-ive?
I have to sit at my keyboard, and punch some keys, trying not to shout.
My take-charge muse is the only one of us who knows what is going to come out.
Are we silly? Mad? Mean? What is the Caren-Trixie mood of the day?
Do we need glitter and glue? Are we going to dance? Are we going to play?
Will it be poetry, or a drawing, will I paint a mural or perhaps a cartoon?
Will we be traveling to Egypt or Zimbabwe or to the Baboon’s famed moon?
I am lying here, wondering, in my teeny tiny not-so-smart-yet head.
I guess the first step might be to roll out of bed.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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