I will paint a poem for you with sudden urgency.
I will write a painting for you with delicate lines and splashes of thoughts skittering here and there and every where.
The thoughts sweep across the dark sky. The thoughts form symbols of flashing lights-pythalo blue, brilliant pink, royal purple and a neon green forming an arc above the snowy fields.
Are these undulating colours dancing for me?
Are these dances lifting me up?
Are these colours weaving around me and touching and embracing me and carrying me away from a hurtful world??
Are they folding into my soul and resting there for a day of joy to be renewed???
Are these movements willing to touch an unused flat paper?
Are these movements willing to stop and stretch and curl around a drop of water on the qualitative parchment.
Are these god scented flavours willing to embellish a new form?
Are they too expansive and too spiritual to come down to this surly world of coughs and flatulence and hiccups?
Ya- too much mellifluous expression would not be acceptable ……………
This is a poem forming a circle from thoughts to northern lights to dances above the snowy field and a muse about whether these shining lights can be reformed artistically on a piece of paper in this surly world