My Muse

Stand ankle deep in your poems

And sing each line through this proposed painting

Prize the anxiety that holds tight to the edges of this canvas

And toss it into the pile of  ‘to be used later’ and act.

Growing curious about the unknown my toes begin to prune

This liquidated poem surging up my legs and through my body

It longs to reach my fingertips

And escape the bristles of my paintbrush

As eruptions of colour they render the silence loud

Stillness seems a long way away

Restless motions of splashing and layering soon surrender

To the thought of losing

My Muse.

Reviews

[Jas Alejandrino Ramos]

nice imagination! very creative! i like the way the poem is told in a silly yet unique way..good work!